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[justanechoflower]

Wow. I never thought THAT would be what would make the back-up file Monika made needed. Way for Flowey to lose his extra life from something this trivial. Well, I guess it’s about time for that M!A that makes it stop working now…

…Oh wait, that one probably doesn’t count. Usually completely random deaths like that just randomly get undone and they’re just fine in the next scene. It’s not one of those that would actually stick around in any kind of narrative environment, since this wasn’t a serious scene.

So instead…

Oh my god, they killed Flowey!

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Tagging y'all because screenshots do not notify answered asks:

@moxiemaxo @the-idiotic-asker @goldeneclipsee @ge-reblogs-shit @faysal1232

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[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Take Me Home Tonight

Summary: You run into a familiar face while working. (Bucky Barnes)

Warnings: noncon/dubcon, fingering, dry humping, flirting.

Note: look, we didn't expect Applebee's to inspire one fic, but now it's done two fics. Shit. We are deranged.

Please enjoy and let me know what you think. Please also reblog because it’s a lot longer than I intended.

You hug the menus to your chest as you approach the booth of four newly sat in your section. As you do, you stutter step, unsure if your eyes are seeing clearly. You know that hair, the subtle wave of brown with strands of silver woven in. You step up and give a smile to the men.

“Good evening,” you place a menu in front of each of them; the burly blonde comedically crowded into the corner beside the man with dark hair and darker eyes, the blonde you vaguely recognise from his acquaintance with the most familiar face at the table, “Mr. Barnes.”

“Oh, hi,” he sits up and sets the drink menu back at the centre of the table, “uh,” he gives you a peculiar look, “I thought you worked down at the Denny’s.”

“Used to. Just got hired here,” you chime, “uh, so, are you all ready to go with your drink orders?”

“You mind?” The blond with the short hair nudges him.

“Yeah, go ahead, I’m still thinking,” he sits back.

“Heineken,” the man orders with a tweak of his eyebrow.

“Seems you don’t carry Hansa so I’ll have a jolly rancher cocktail,” the big blond intones. You almost laugh, thinking of him with the bright blue drink with a gummy worm for garnish.

“Shirley Temple for me,” the other says, “designated driver.”

“Oh, of course,” you note each order in your head, “and you, Mr. Barnes?”

“Mr. Barnes,” the man across from him goads.

“Bucky,” Mr. Barnes corrects you, “uh, I’ll take a Corona.”

“Alright, Heineken, jolly rancher, Shirley Temple, Corona,” you list off, “I’ll be back with your drinks and to take your order.”

“Thanks,” Bucky smiles.

“Yeah, thanks, doll,” the blonde at his shoulder winks. You don’t miss the elbow he receives from his seat partner.

You go to the bar and put in the order. You do a round to check in on your other tables, grabbing a few napkins at request and clearing plates. When the drinks are set out neatly on a tray, you carry them to the booth and dole them out.

“So, are we starting with an appetizer?” You ask.

“We’ll do some nachos,” the man across from Bucky says, “thanks, sweetie.”

“Beef, chicken, or veggie?”

“Chicken,” he answers.

“Hey, I know you,” the blond drapes his arm over the side of the booth, “you’re the neighbour girl.”

“Steve,” Bucky reproaches under his breath.

“What? It was killing me. I just couldn’t place the face.”

Bucky utters your name, almost reluctant to do so, “I’m just out with buddies,” he explains, “buncha old men catching up;” he jabs his thumb towards the man beside him, “Steve, Thor,” he points to the other blonde then to the man across from him, “Sam.”

“Sounds like fun,” you chirp, “well, I’ll go get those nachos. Are we planning on entrees?”

“We’ll just share the chips,” Bucky assures.

Sam leans back and pats his chest, “heartburn.”

You humour him with a smile and nod before spinning away. You flit off and head for the kitchen. It’s strange seeing Mr. Barnes– Bucky outside the neighbourhood. He’s always just been next door. Odder even seeing him without his family. Well, you guess he deserves the break. Every time you see him, he’s on his way somewhere.

🍻

The night wears on. Your shifts always pass quickly as you’re kept afoot by patrons and managers alike. Several times you find yourself visiting Bucky’s table to top up drinks and they grow rowdy as the game comes on the big screen. 

You’re almost amused as you’ve never seen your neighbour like this. He’s always so stern and standoffish. A small wave as he mows the lawn or a ‘morning’ as you pass by him unlocking his car. Even your father claimed he was the most serious man he’d ever met.

“Sweetheart,” Sam smiles at you as clear the empties, “can we get our check? I gotta get them out of here before they break something.”

“Sure thing,” you say as you stack the tray with bottles and glasses, “separate or together?”

“Together. I’ll have to chase them down for the difference,” Sam answers.

As you take the clear Corona bottle from in front of Bucky, he rests his chin in his hand and watches you. Your eyes meet his and your cheeks round even more. He’s definitely drunk.

“Hi,” he babbles.

“Hello, Mr. Barnes,” you return.

“I told you, it’s Bucky,” he grins.

“Bucky,” you repeat, “you want some water?”

He sits up and drags his elbow off the table, “I guess I should…”

“For all of them,” Sam says from your other side, “please.”

“Alright, check and waters.”

You almost click your heels before you sweep off on your mission. It’s almost closing time and the place is sparse. A few stragglers along the bar but no more hectic families of screaming toddlers breaking crayons and tossing napkins.

You go to the till and print out the bill and grab a handheld from the charger. You place both on your cleared tray and fill three glasses of water. You carry them back to your last table and gently set the condensating drinks before each diner. Sam takes the bill as he holds his card between two fingers.

“You go to school?” Steve’s voice startles you before you can summon small talk.

“Uh, yeah, second year,” you answer him.

“I thought so,” he says, “college girls…”

“Shut up, Rogers,” Bucky grumbles, putting his hand up to block out Steve, “ignore him. He’s trashed.”

“Speak for yourself,” Steve swats his hand down and receives a swipe back. 

The men slap at each others’ hands as Thor stands and leans over, his size deterring the men as he shoves their arms apart, “enough. Or I’ll drag you out like stray cats.”

You try not to show your discomfort as Sam hands you back the machine and it loudly prints his receipt. You offer him a copy but he insists you go and enjoy your night. You bid them all the same and set off to clear the last of your tables.

Your coworkers start their own closing tasks and the music turns off as closing time hits. You glance up, everyone’s gone. You go back to the booth and gather up the mostly untouched glasses of water and wipe it down. With your tables done, you turn in your apron and go to get your cut of the tips. Your tally comes up higher than you expect thanks to the table of middle-aged men.

You head out the back door and round to the front of the shining marquee. You’ll uber home since your mom is out of town. As you step up on the little pavement lip in front of the restaurant, a figure stands from their perch on the ground. You don’t recognise Bucky until he says your name.

“Hey, what are you doing here?” You ask as you lower your phone.

“Ah, well, me and Steve…” he rubs his neck and chuckles, “I’m waiting on a cab but none have passed by.” He shrugs, “plus, I figured we’re headed in the same direction…”

“Oh, uh, yeah, I guess,” you say, “I was just ordering an uber. Kinda don’t like taking them alone so late at night anyway.”

“Great,” he slurs, “uh, sorry about tonight. My friends are… a lot.”

“It’s fine, you were having a good time,” you select a ride and black out your phone. “Just make sure you drink lots of water.”

“Hmm,” he hums, “you’re so nice… I’ll be fine, you know? I can take care of myself.”

“I know, I just… I hate hangovers.”

“Oh? Didn’t take you for a drinker?”

“Well, don’t tell mom but once in a while.”

“My lips are sealed,” he surprises you as he reaches to squeeze your shoulder. “And I’ve never broken a promise to a pretty girl.”

You want to laugh. He’s tipsy and it’s kind of cute. The glare of headlights flash over you and he drops his arm away from you. The uber approaches and you check the plate, pointing Bucky in ahead of you. 

He sidles over the seat and yawns as you climb in next to him. The driver confirms your destination as you let yourself relax against the seat. The tension of your shift slowly drifts away.

Bucky slowly slides until he’s leaning against you, “I’ll pay you back for the ride,” he grumbles as he rests his head on your shoulder. 

The tension seeps back into you but you try not to overthink it. He’s just your neighbour, a friendly neighbourhood dad, a bit discombobulated from his night out. He probably doesn’t get many of those.

“Been a long time since I went home with a girl like you,” he chuckles.

You laugh, a nervous tickle in your throat as his weight bears down on you. You can smell a hint of citrus from his hair. Hopefully he’ll forget this all by the morning.

You’re quiet as the driver continues on. By the time you get to your street, you’re sure Bucky’s fallen asleep. You’re worried about getting him back to his place. As you get close to your house, you point the driver to the house right beside your own. That’ll be easier.

To your surprise, Bucky sits up and lets out a sleepy grumble. You thank the driver as your neighbour grabs onto your hand and tugs you towards his side as he opens the door. You let him and he clings to you as the uber leaves you in the shadow of the Barnes’ abode.

“Let’s go to bed,” he pulls you towards the walkway.

“Bucky,” you utter, “uh, Mr. Barnes?”

Is he that drunk? He must not realise you’re not his wife. You look around. You don’t see her car. That explains his little boys’ night. She’s probably visiting family again so he’s all alone.

“Hey,” you laugh unevenly as he drags you up onto the porch. He’s very strong. “Mr. Barnes, it’s me.”

He stops and sways. He squints at you and feels his pockets, jangling his keys through the fabric. He steadies himself and grins. His eyes hold yours, drowning you in pools of oceanic blue.

“I know,” he says soberly, “it’s you.”

You stare at him in confusion, blinking as he slides his hand into his pocket. You glance over your shoulder at the dark siding of your parents’ house. You face him again as he pulls his keys out but drops them between his shoes. You put your phone in your purse and shift the bag to rest on your hip.

“I should– oop,” you look down, “Mr. Barnes,” you bends to grab the keys, “alright, I’ll just get you inside and head home.” You stand up and hold up his keys, “which one?”

He points to the square gold one and you shove it into the slot. You push the door inward and gesture him ahead of you. He shuffles over the threshold, tripping before barely catching himself on the frame. You follow him in and look around cautiously. You’ve never been inside.

“Let’s get you to the couch, Mr. Barnes,” you grab his arm as he wobbles, “you just need to sleep this off–”

You tug on his arm but he doesn’t budge. Once more, all unsteadiness fades and he’s suddenly immovably still. He turns his head slowly and puts his hand over yours.

“I told you,” he faces you as he guides your hand up his arm, “it’s Bucky.”

“Um, alright, uh–”

He backs you up and you collide with the door, the impact forcing it shut. You gulp and press yourself against the inside as he pens you in, clutching your hand to his shoulder. The beer on his breath mingles with the citrusy scent that cloys from him.

“Mr. Barnes, what–”

“Shhh,” his hand slips from your and he grips your chin, “it’s okay–”

“St–”

He smothers your protest with a kiss. You’re too stunned to do more than flatten yourself against the door. His grip makes your jaw ache as his other hand crawls up your thigh. You squirm and push against his shoulder with a whine.

He doesn’t relent. He pushes his foot between yours, edging them apart as he picks your fly open. You curl your fingers, jabbing your nails into him. He growls but doesn’t stop.

You turn your head, forcing your mouth away from his.

“Mr. Barnes… Bucky, please–”

He hushes you again as his hand falls from chin to throat. He squeezes, crushing out any hope of screaming for help. He nuzzles into the side of your neck, his nose tickling the line of your jaw. You whimper as his hand delves beneath the cotton of your panties.

His fingertips brush along your trimmed vee of hair and he swirls the short curls with a purr. He extends his middle finger, feeling along your folds and dipping between. He flicks his finger back and forth, exploring you until he finds your clit. He rolls his finger, stoking a heat beneath his touch.

You wriggle and trail your hand down his arm, gripping his wrist as you fight him. You’re too weak. You croak through your tight throat as you try to fight the swirling tide building with the friction of his roughened fingertip. This can’t be happening.

He’s drunk. He doesn’t know what he’s doing. He’s not like this.

A million thoughts race with as many sensations. You stand on your toes as your muscles knots and the tension coils in your core. You shouldn’t feel like this. This is wrong. This isn’t real. Your eyes roll back and you hide behind your eyelids.

His finger glides as you slicken against him. He quickens his pace, toying with you as he breathes against your neck, puffing damply as his hand remains firm on you. He keeps you pinned as he goads your body on, fueling a fire you’ve never lit before.

You squeak as you twitch without permission. You succumb to the brewing storm, blown away in the whirlwind as your mind is stifled by your body. You gulp and gasp, your hand slipping down to his chest as your other falls away from his arm.

“You’re so sexy,” he purrs as he lets you go.

You brace yourself against the door, breathless and paralysed as you watch him raise his hand. He presses his fingertips to his mouth and you see the glisten on them. He pushes them inside and sucks them clean with a growl.

“And so sweet, baby,” he steps forward, crowding you again.

The afterglow has you helpless. He feels along your side as his other hand wanders down your leg. He pulls your knee up and brings himself flush to you. He bends his knees as he presses his crotch into yours. You murmur at the hot weight between you. 

He curls his arm around your neck and your head lolls back. He bows to kiss you, devouring you as he slowly rocks his hip. A fiery heat builds between the layers of fabric, the friction of your seam rubs you through the damp cotton of your panties.

He gasps into your mouth as his pace quickens. The door shifts and squeaks with his motion as he pounds you into it, hips pumping as his bulge pokes through his jeans rigidly. Your head droops to the side and his wet lips smear over your cheek. He bites into your ear lobe and snarls.

Another tickle flares and you moan. A small burst that has you just as senseless. Your delight leaks onto your panties, spreading to the edges.

“Mmmmm,” he hums and releases the pinch of his bite, “fuck, baby, you’re gonna make me go– right in my–” he chokes as his fingertips sink into the bottom of your thigh and he pulls your leg higher, “jeans–”

He shakes and lets out a long rattle, sprinkled with deep groans and soft mewls. He leans into you completely and shudders, stilling at last. He sinks down with you, bringing you to straddle him as his knees meet the floor.

You heave and lift your head, gaping at him as his eyelids droop sleepily. He smiles, the expression crinkling around his eyes. He leans in and kisses you again, nibbling on your lower lip before pulling away.

“I won’t tell your mom about that either, kitten.”

#bucky barnes #dark bucky barnes #dark!bucky barnes #fic #dark fic #dark!fic #one shot #mcu #marvel #au #silverfox au #captain america #avengers #winter soldier #bucky barnes x reader

[meguemii]

ˋ°•*⁀➷S. Gojo

Head canons.

Annoying! Gojo x Reader who is not a fan (enemies to lovers)

Now you could NOT stand Gojo Satoru, but being so close with Shoko and Suguru it was unfortunately inevitable that you and Gojo would often cross paths.

You could not understand why they loved him so much because he was always just always insufferably cocky. So what he was strong. You were too but you didn’t boast about it constantly. Chosen one your ass.

Constant “Y/NNN! why can’t we hangout one on one? you always do with Shoko and Suguru!!”. “Because I don’t like you Gojo.” -_- . But he never gets the hint, not even hint. YOU ARE SAYING IT TO HIS FACE.

He’ll start clinging to you in group settings, arm always around your shoulders in a teasing way. Because he thinks it’s all in good fun when in reality you just cannot stand him.

He called you a nickname/ pet name once and you lost your shit. “My name is Y/N. You don’t get to call me that. Infact you need to call me by my last name. L/N. Do you understand me Gojo?” THE PUPPY DOG EYES GE GIVES YOU IN RESPONSE AS HE MAKES HIS LIL QUIVER LOL. “but Shoko, Geto, Nanami, Haibara and even Utahime get to call you that” making this face🥺.

Ever since then he only calls you by a nickname or pet name . “N/N wait for me!” which you don’t do. “good morning gorgeous” stuff like that.

As time goes on everything becomes more natural, you don’t scream at him as much or get violent. No more duels to the death or even death glares. Just annoyed faces. Then those annoyed faces turn to soft smiles. Which turn to secret laughs on private.

You and Gojo finally start getting along, or at least you start getting along with Gojo. Going to get food by yourselves, shopping trips, long late night talks about the jujutsu society. Really getting to know each other.

He’ll start bringing you snacks and drinks at random times, the teasing becomes more flirty. Random gifts, souvenirs from missions. Lot’s of compliments.

Then he invites you to a family get together where he introduces you as his girlfriend? eeeeerm? did we miss a few chapters?!!?!? Fake smile, introduce yourself, have a good time. “WHAT THE FUCK GOJO???” he is so lost about why you’re mad. “What?🧍” “Since when are we dating?!” “since forever ago” big face palm

That’s the story of how you and Gojo Satoru started dating🤗

Gojo Playlist

Master list

Okay first real Gojo head canon done, the only acceptable trope for Gojo x Reader is ennemies to lovers change my mind (that’s a joke i love all of the gojo x reader tropes ^_^) I HOPE YOU GUYS ENJOY THIS ONE AS MUCH AS YOU ENJOYED MY AWKWARD MEGUMI HEAD CANONS.

Not proof read :’3

reblogs and hearts are appreciated❣️I also love hearing from everyone so feel free to comment x

I’m working on Hardly Friends chapter 4 as well as some mood boards + scenarios for you guys since you all really loved that one!!

Love, Emi

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[dirtyeddietini]

fics that have altered my brain chemistry (eddies/joe qs version)

okay so ive been in an adhd brain rot?? where im just fucking HORRIBLE at reblogging fics that i enjoy and honestly it was my whole reasoning behind making this blog FOR GIVING WRITERS THE LOVE THEY DESERVE i just wanted to give a shoutout to these writers (and stories) they’ve made that just fucking messed with my brain (and in a good way okay??) over these last few months. please check them out and give them all the fucking love they deserve

like a poem (FINISHED series, but sometimes if you ask nice enough she will throw a blurb in there) - im so very fucking biased because i love her to the moon and back, but she writes the best fucking stories of joe that will keep you up all night having you rethinking all of your life choices. IT WAS VERY HARD FOR ME to pick out a story that i wanted to highlight in this post, but the whole reason i fell in love with her writing was because of bookstore!joe and he will ALWAYS have a special place in my heart. love you boo

plot: “Joe finds solace in a quaint bookstore, your bookstore, from a hectic situation in the streets. But, you’re closed. But then also, it’s Joseph Quinn.“ from the authors page

echoes (FINISHED, series) - again im so very fucking biased because she is the sweetest person you will have the pleasure of knowing BUT THATS BESIDE THE POINT - she writes so fucking beautifully she will literally have you CRY and this will forever and always be my favourite fic of hers. she deserves all the love she gets, and then even more so read it!!!! (she will make you cry its not on me tho)

plot: “When she laid her emotions out for her best friend, the last thing she expected was for him to turn around, walk away and never speak to her again. Years after, they meet again - different people, different feelings. Or are they?” from the authors page

the hideout (FINISHED, oneshot)- this was one of the first fics i read and fell in love with. it was in that timeperiod where all i could do 24/7 was read eddie munson fanfics and this was one of those fics where i went “holy SHIT??” and honestly i dont think there will ever be a time where this isnt just some % on my mind??

plot: “Eddie Munson made it big. Now, when he returns to Hawkins for a hometown concert with his band, he is reminded of the girl he’s been in love with for the past 6 years when Steve Harrington calls.” from the authors page

vintage reeboks (FINISHED) - this is one of those fics where you’re like???? holy shit i wish i’d come up with that?? i remember reading all of this in one day (summertime, sweating very fucking much) and its just?? holy shit its perfect?? the way eddie is in this??? and its something i could never think of would be this perfect?? i swear i think of this fic at least once a day??

plot: “The gate at the bottom of Lover’s Lake was meant to spit the quartet out in the Upside Down. Steve, Nancy, and Robin were meant to be there. He wasn’t meant to be alone. But when Eddie comes to on the shoreline, you’re there. It’s not the Upside Down. It’s not Lover’s Lake. It’s not 1986.” from the authors page

twenty four hours (STILL GOING) - the way this has me in a chokehold?? im a fucking sucker for when fics have a nice layout??? and this is just so pretty to look at?? like whenever i see its been updated my whole body is SHAKING?? i dont even know what to say?? this is just so amazing and the whole?? will they wont they?? i love them?? i want them both to fight with me all night long??? i CANNOT wait to see where this ends

plot: “in which eddie munson and you absolutely hate each other's guts. what happens when your friends make a bet that you can't spend more than twenty four hours consecutively together?” from the authors page

to know you’re mine (FINISHED) - i saw someone talk about this in the “eddie munson x reader” tag, and DEVOURED the chapters that were up in one whole day?? the way eddie is so fucking soft and nice and the best fucking gentleman in this?? and also?? the relationship to steve in this is amazing??? but THE RELATIONSHIP TO EDDIE IS EVEN MORE AMAZING?? such a fucking fantastic author please go EAT all the chapters right now

plot: “You know the rules. You'd been there when your boyfriend, Steve Harrington, discussed them with the others. There are only two.Number one: Only play when everyone's together. Number two: No finishing inside each other's girls.You'd agreed to these rules, same as Chrissy. Same as Eddie.But then there's rule number three, and though it remains unspoken, it's by far the most important. And you have that feeling again, like when you propped yourself up against the barstool, straining to see him on that stage, craning for a glimpse as his husky voice reached inside you. Now, his dark eyes are doing the same thing: pulling at something buried deep, tugging it into the light where it can't be hidden. And, sure, of course, you didn't intend this. But what are intentions in the face of such things? Needless to say, every rule gets broken.” from the authors page

the customer’s always right (STILL GOING) - hehhehe im a hoe for cutie virgin eddie??? but they way she always manages to capture eddie in her fics?? fucking amazing??? and her writing??? yes PLEASE so do yourself a favor on this fine friday AND READ THIS AMAZING FUCKING SERIES because eddie will make you fall in love in this???

plot: “eddie munson is a virgin and doesn’t want anyone to know (because being an adult who’s never fucked anyone is a total reputation ruiner). but you, his favorite customer, are more than willing to change that.” from the authors page

sincerely yours... (STILL GOING) - like i’ve told her before - her eddie is fucking amazing and so very much to the point!! im so excited for this one and cannot WAIT to see where eddies teasing will make him end up!! the last fucking part of this??? amazing

plot: "Untouchable, is what he called you. Dating Jason, the captain of the basketball tea, most would call you the same. Living your holier than thour life, something else he said, you can’t seem to swallow the need to prove him wrong” from the authors page

burn one (FINISHED) - this is just the perfect fucking combination of smutty and sweet??? like this is just how i imagine eddie and this is so fucking sweet and perfect?? had me thinking about this for WEEKS UGH

plot: "When you move to Hawkins to start over, your new unexpected friendship with your weed dealer next door is your saving grace. It was never your intention to fall in love with him though.” from the authors page

Disjointed (STILL GOING) - this fic has me feeling ALL the feels in all the chapters?? makes me GIGGLE, makes me CRY!!!, i’m in love with all the chapters and i CANNOT WAIT to see them live happily every after

also now that i’ve finished, i’ve just realised this is a lovepoem to my favourite authors on this app heheheh im sorry but i DO love you guys. please do go and read their stories, and send them all the fucking love in the world!! they do have so many amazing stories on their masterlist you will not be able to sleep tonight!!!

authors mentioned in this post THAT YOU NEED TO CHECK OUT!!: @icallhimjoey @ghostinthebackofyourhead​ @inknopewetrust @storiesbyrhi​ @ghost-proofbaby​ @blue-mossbird @lovebugism​ @plumxwrites​ @loveshotzz​ @boomhauer

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x you #eddie munson fan fic #joseph quinn x reader #joseph quinn x you #joseph quinn fan fiction

[uglypastels]

Riding Eddie Munson's thigh 😍

straight to the point, almost like this fic haha

warnings: smut (18+ minors DNI) pwp, thigh riding, fingering, swearing, somewhat dom energy from both characters (but mostly Eddie)

Eddie munson requests!! // support writers with comments and reblogs // masterlist in bio

Perhaps you had started to feel a bit too at home in Eddie’s trailer. It wasn’t even that your own house was so shit. But your parents were always working, and your siblings… well, nothing was interesting about those dweebs, so Eddie easily became your go-to person to hang out with. It was an easy choice too, him being not only your best friend but boyfriend. 

You burst through the door without knocking or a previous announcement and found him sitting on the couch, guitar in hand, strumming the strings lazily. He looked up, the shock leaving his eyes as soon as he saw it was you. 

‘Well, this is a pleasant surprise,’ He smiled as you walked over to sit next to him. 

‘Heya, Munchy,’ you sat down and kissed him on the cheek. ‘Missed you today.’ 

‘Good that’s solved, then.’ He put his guitar away to lean against the wall. As soon as he was sure that the instrument was stable and wouldn’t accidentally tip over, his attention was back on you. He pulled you into an embrace, squeezing you tight like only he could, and he kissed your jaw. It was a quick peck, nothing but his need to show affection quickly and earnestly, but it still managed to leave you feeling all fluttery inside. 

‘I missed you too, by the way,’ he mumbled against your skin. One of his hands released you from his hug and travelled down to meet the bare skin of your leg. The cold metal of his rings was a sensation very much welcomed as the day was burning hot. A smile wiped over your lips but was quickly covered by Eddie’s as his kisses continued. 

You were both leaning sideways, and it quickly got uncomfortable, so Eddie helped you get up on his lap. You threw your leg over his. His hands found their spot on your waist but were casually making their way down to the hem of your skirt. 

‘I haven’t seen this before,’ he commented on the piece of clothing. 

‘It’s like 100 degrees outside, I’m sorry I’m not wearing my black jeans to match.’ You smiled, pulling at the chain connected to his belt loops. 

‘No, I like it.’ He pulled it up lightly, but you quickly smacked his hand away– lightly, playfully. But Eddie kept the act going. 

‘Don’t get shy with me now, sweetheart.’ He kissed down your collarbone,’You’d almost make me believe that I haven’t fucked you just a day ago.’ 

‘If anything,’ you kissed him, then pulled away with his bottom lip between your teeth, ‘i fucked you.’ 

‘Mmm, a bit of both,’ he chuckled, the excitement growing within him. You could see it in the tightness growing in his trousers, as well as how jumpy he was getting. His leg was bopping up and down with the energy he was trying to get rid of. Or perhaps he was trying to rile you up, as the movement caused you to move up and down his leg too, and the material of his jeans created friction and a feeling, a heat, inside of you that made you go crazy. 

Before you knew it, you moaned his name. It was soft, barely audible, but Eddie heard it, giving him the confidence he needed to keep going. 

‘That’s right, say my name, baby,’ he couldn’t say the words without smiling. Your skirt was now entirely pulled up over your stomach, and his hands were on your ass. ‘Fuck, it sounds so pretty coming from you.’ 

His hand moved down, over your thigh and between your legs. You let him, perhaps too eagerly, and the touch of his fingers over your underwear added just that extra bit of attention that you needed to your body. Another moan filled the room. 

‘And already so wet for me. I don’t even have to do anything.’ His gorgeous smile burned a fire inside you. He could tell you anything, as long as it was accompanied by that smile. It melted you, in and out. ‘Makes me almost think the only reason you come here is to get off.’ 

‘You give yourself too much credit, Eddie,’ you giggled, and Eddie joined in. Your relationship was like no other (or, at least, like no other in Hawkins, Indiana). You dared each other, pulled out different sides to each other. There was no insult to a little jab here and there. You were both comfortable enough, with yourself and your relationship, to know that jokes like that meant nothing but a little laugh. 

‘Maybe so, but I’m still the only one that can get you to cum, isn’t that right?’ There was that exact confidence. ‘But if you don’t need me, go right ahead.’ He let his hands go, letting them drop to his sides on the couch. All his movements halted, and it only took a second for you to realise what he meant. 

Slowly, you started moving over his thigh, pushing deep to get that friction back. It worked to an extent, but you would never admit to him that it wasn’t half as good as what he could do with his fingers, or that godforsaken mouth of his. No, you wouldn’t give him that satisfaction. He was already enjoying it too much. Eddie smiled as he watched you get off on his leg. He wished he had his camera near him, so he could take a picture of you. The way you sat there, in all this pure erotic, glory– absolutely beautiful. 

‘Take a picture, it will last longer,’ you smiled, not even realising that that was his exact thoughts moments before. You had just noticed him staring, looking at you like you were a piece of art… not that you would ever call yourself that. You weren’t that self-obsessed. 

‘I wish, baby.’ The lack of touch bothered him more than you, so his hands quickly found your body again. In the meantime, you never stopped your steady rhythm. Although it was getting faster, the more you felt the need to reach that final step. It was slowly nearing, but whatever you did, it wasn’t enough. Eddie could see it too. 

‘Need help?’ he asked. You nodded, breathing out heavily in gasps, but it wasn’t enough for your boyfriend. 

‘You got to speak up.’ 

‘Get me off, Eddie, please, I’m so close.’ And he didn’t need to be told twice. His fingers quickly found the edge of your underwear again and slipped between them. He drew circles over your clit, quick, with no mercy. The curses left your mouth with your breath as he kept going. Soon, your vision was spinning, black with sparks all around as pleasure overwhelmed you. Your hold on Eddie’s shoulders slackened, and if it wasn’t for his hold on your waist, you weren’t sure if you would have been able to keep your position now. 

‘Still think I give myself too much credit?’ he asked, kissing your forehead. 

‘Fuck you,’ you said through gritted teeth. Eddie just smiled lazily. 

‘Wasn’t that what you were trying to do this entire time?’ 

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Hazbin Hotel: The Contract of Blood Ep. 4

*Hey guys! We're back with another chapter for Hazbin Hotel/Helluva Boss crossover. This is published on March 11, 2024. If you guys like the episode/chapter, don't be afraid to heart it, reblog, and comment! That would be wonderful! Warning: Vulgar language. Enjoy!*

Episode Four: I.mmediate M.urder P.rofessionals

In the dark night, Velvette leads Vox and Valentino through the darker side of Pride Ring with the dark book in her hand.

“What the hell are we doing here?” Vox groans impatiently.

“Yeah, I got a studio to go back to. I have to make sure Angel is a good boy while I’m gone,” Valentino responds with a puff of red smoke.

“I told you guys that this will take five hours to travel--holy shit, we’re here,” Velvette responds happily.

Vox and Valentino glance up to see a large castle on top of the hill, surrounded by the lake of fire. Down at the lake below, they witness sinner demons screaming in agony from swimming in the fire, unable to crawl out.

“Well, shit,” Vox replies. “Let’s not fall in there.”

“That would suck,” Valentino answers.

“Will you both shut up and let me focus? I have to get the Latin phrases right. Now, let’s see,” Velvette says as she flips through the book and begins to read the Latin words that will set Morrigan and Orais free once and for all.

“Morrigan et Orais, per nomen purum et bonum, e vinculis eternum te solvi!”

The orange chains around the castle breaks off after Velvette reads the words aloud. Once the chains disappear, the bright line shine in front of them.

“What the fuck?!” Vox shouts in confusion.

Velvette, Vox, and Valentino sees a tall woman, brown luscious hair draping behind her back coming out of the shining entrance. Her black horns pointy at the end. She has a navy blue shawl over her shoulders and a red skirt dress having round ends laced with white fabric. Yellow eyes stare at the overlords, her white tail with a pointy tip sway back and forth as she walks to her rescuers.

“Oh, shit, uh, hey. You must be Morrigan,” Velvette speaks nervously as she puts the book away. “I love your outfit, girl. I mean, you look stunning in it.”

“Only my husband can make that flattery,” Morrigan responds coldly as she snatches the book. She leans forward, towering over Velvette and Vox, but at the same height as Valentino. “Who are you? Why have you set us free?”

Vox chuckles nervously. “Well, we’re hoping that you can help kick the Radio Demon’s ass.”

“More than that though,” Velvette says, trembling a bit nervously. “We need to take over Heaven and Hell.”

“You had me at beating the Radio Demon,” Morrigan responds to Vox’s earlier statement. “Now, you’ve interest more about some kind of dominance over Heaven and Hell. Won’t you three come in for some tea? I’m sure you have more to tell me in the castle.”

The three of them look at each other and nod.

“Uh, sure,” Vox speaks for them.

She turns around and goes up to her castle.

Vox leans over to whisper to the two others. “Is it bad that I’m hard right now?”

“Yes,” Velvette answers.

“I’m kind of hard to,” Valentino utters.

“C’mon, ya simps, let’s not waste this opportunity,” Velvette says, leading the men into the castle.

Morrigan opens the castle door, letting the three follow her inside. She takes her shawl off, revealing that she’s wearing a black top. She walks further into the castle, unaware of Vox going harder at her taking off her blue shawl.

Velvette notices Vox getting hard. “Seriously?”

Vox hides behind Valentino, who smirks and chuckles at the television demon.

As they are following her through the castle, they notice the spider with yellow fur and puffy tail as the servant.

“Get us some tea and make it quick, Duncan. We have guests over,” Morrigan demands in a soft and firm tone, posed and elegant when she turns to look at the three of them. “My husband is busy with his research. He’ll be down in just a minute. Please, make yourselves comfortable.” She raises her hand, summoning a crow. “Corax, get Orais for me.”

The crow, Corax, flies away while she walks away in the kitchen to make something.

The three of them sits on the chairs in the kitchen in complete shock at Morrigan’s appearance. Five minutes goes by and they are still waiting for Morrigan and Orais.

“You know, Morrigan is hot,” Valentino replies when he thinks no one else is in the room with them.

“Shut the fuck up,” Velvette cautions Valentino. “You’re going to get us killed.”

“What? I think she would look good as a stripper,” Valentino says his opinion.

“I think she can do better than a stripper,” a harsh voice echoes in the kitchen.

The three look up in fear, noticing a man with white hair and brown horns spiked up. Gold vest and brown pants, his gold-eyed glare causes them the most chills. His light brown tail with the gold pointy end flicks in warning.

“Uh, hello, you must be Orais,” Velvette says with the smile.

“Oh fuck, you both are hot!” Vox screams out loud, earning a discouraged sigh from Velvette.

“Welp, we’re dead,” Velvette mutters.

Orais smirks. “Well, we are known to be the hottest couple in hell. Now, where’s my lovely wife?”

“Uh...in the kitchen,” Valentino answers awkwardly.

Orais slips into the kitchen where Morrigan headed before.

Velvette groans. “You idiots almost got us killed.”

“I'd hired them both in the Porn Studios,” Valentino responds.

Vox rolls his eyes impatiently. “Gah, for fuck sakes, quit talking about the Porn Studios like it's your baby. When are we going to talk about our plan to take over Heaven and Hell?”

“And the living realm,” Valentino adds.

Velvette sighs in discouragement. “When they are ready too.”

Orais and Morrigan walk out of the kitchen, holding hands and staring at each other lovingly.

“Have I ever tell you that you have lovely eyes, darling?” Orais compliments his wife.

“Oh, you charmer,” Morrigan purrs back in affection, letting her husband kiss her hand.

The V’s stare at the couple admiring each other until they watch the couple look at them.

“Now, you want to take over Heaven and Hell, is that correct?” Morrigan responds, in her usual cold tone.

The three of them nods in shock.

“I think we have a plan to take over with you guys,” Orais responds with a sly grin.

The three V’s exchange glances and then back to the couple, smiling mischievously.

~.~

“Husk? Husk?”

Husk groans awake, his vision blurry for just a moment until he realizes he’s being carried by the familiar clown jester and Angel.

“W-What the fuck happened?” Husk questions as if he’s having a hangover.

“Man, I didn’t think the scent can fuck up your senses,” Fizz brings up.

Husk realizes that he’s being guided through the hallway towards Ozzie’s office. Waiting there at the elevator doors are Lucifer, Charlie, Vaggie, Alastor, Nifty, Cherri, Bella, and Nora.

Charlie sees Fizz and gasps happily, opening her arms wide. “UNCLE FIZZ!!!”

“Little Charlie?!” Fizz recognizes with a gasp, leaving Husk to Angel and leaping into Charlie’s arms. Both Fizz and Charlie share giggles while they both spin around. “Holy shit, Charlie, you’re not so little anymore! Look at you! You’ve gotten tall!”

Charlie’s face flusters. “Oh, it’s how growth works.”

“Bet I can still be taller than you,” Fizz teases before extending his robotic legs to tower over Charlie, causing her to snicker.

“Yes, you can be,” Charlie giggles before pulling her girlfriend beside her. “Oh, Uncle Fizz, meet Vaggie. She’s my girlfriend.”

“And in a relationship too? You’re already grown up, are you?” Fizz says with a big grin. “Well, it’s nice to meet you, Vaggie.”

“Hey, Fizz!” Lucifer calls out, stepping besides his daughter. “What up? How’s the big man?”

“He’s still entertaining his guests,” Fizz answers. “But he’ll be right there with you guys! C’mon! I bet he’ll be happy to see Little Char--I mean, Charlie. Heh, gotta get used to you being in an adult.”

“Aww,” Charlie coos.

Angel and Husk catch up with the group.

Alastor notices Husk rubbing his head. “You look like shit.”

“Great job on getting Ozzie’s attention,” Lucifer states with a bright grin at Angel and Husk.

“W-Wha’?” Husk utters in confusion.

Angel smirks at Husk. “Just part of the act.”

Husk blinks in confusion until he remembers everything. “Oh shit. Did I--?”

“We’ll talk later,” Angel replies with a whisper into his ear.

Fizz opens the elevator doors. “What are we waiting for? I’m sure Ozzie is done entertaining the guest by now.”

The group walks into the elevator with Fizz. The elevator doors close as they are rising up to the top floor.

Husk blushes when he remembers him and Angel making out and looks up at Angel, who is still wearing the golden dress with golden eyeshadow.

Before he thinks further about what happen a moment ago at the club, the elevator bell rings and the doors open before them.

“Riiight this way,” Fizz responds, guiding the group through hallway towards Ozzie’s office. They enter through Ozzie’s office, now having Ozzie inside. “Oh, Ozzieee! Look who came?!”

Ozzie notices Charlie and stands up. “Do my eyes deceive me or is that Little Char-Char all grown-up?”

“UNCLE OZZIE!!!” Charlie hurries to run up to Ozzie like a child.

Ozzie picks her up and spins her around with a couple of extra loving squeezes. “Mm-mm-mm! Look at you, sweetheart! You’re so grown up!” He puts her down and crouches down to make the same eye-level contact with her.

“What up, Oz-man!” Lucifer calls out and runs up to Ozzie.

“Bring it here, Luci!” Ozzie greets.

Both Ozzie and Lucifer fist bump, shake hands, and snap fingers as if they had a secret handshake for a while. The head demons chuckle at their handshakes.

“Surprised that you still remember our secret handshake after seven years,” Ozzie responds. “How’s Lilith doing?”

“Oh, uh, we’ve been, well separated for a while.”

“Ah, that sucks,” Ozzie responds. “I’m sure she’s doing fine somewhere else.”

Charlie jumps in excitement and brings Vaggie close to her. “Uncle Ozzie, this is my girlfriend, Vaggie.”

“Girlfriend?! Already?! Phew, I say you picked a good one. A hot one too!” Ozzie replies proudly.

Vaggie blushes. “Uh...thanks.”

Ozzie notices Bella and Nora. “And who are the little ones?”

Charlie turns to find Bella hiding behind her nervously. “It’s okay, Bella. He won’t hurt you.” She picks Bella up and shows Bella to both Fizz and Ozzie. “Guys, this is Bella, our adopted daughter.”

Ozzie and Fizz widen their eyes.

“Already?!” both of them gasp in shock.

Ozzie sniffles proudly. “She’s already a mom.”

“Well, we are in the process of adopting her,” Vaggie explains. “We, uh, found her in the streets.”

“Well, there ain’t no adoption centers in Hell, might as well claim the girl as yours,” Ozzie says with a bright smile. Then he glances at Lucifer. “That means you’re a grandpa.”

“Hah! I know, I’m processing that myself!” Lucifer says with a laugh. The office room is filled with laughter from Ozzie, Fizz, and Lucifer.

Bella smiles at the interaction between Charlie and her family. However, a frown is present on her face as if a sudden thought comes to her and hits her. Nora notices the frown, but she doesn’t say anything about it.

The laughter dies down as Ozzie wipes a tear.

“Alright, now to business,” Ozzie says, shifting his attention to Angel Dust. “You. Step forward. It’s gonna tickle.”

Angel steps forward nervously. When he turns to Husk, Husk smiles at him in encouragement.

“Wait, what’s going to tickle?” Angel utters.

“Hold on,” Ozzie says before flicking his fingers, making the pink chains appear around Angel’s neck. Angel shivers at the sight of the pink chains, noticing a rolled up pink paper sliding out of the neck chain. The paper rolls down in front of Ozzie as he takes out his glasses to read it over.

“Hmm, okay,” Ozzie responds while reading the contract. “It says here that you get to do whatever you want outside of the studio--shit, your soul is own by that prick, Valentino?!”

Angel clenches his teeth with a slow nod.

Ozzie rolls up the contract and sends it back into Angel’s neck chain while the pink chains disappear. “That fucker is trying to ask me to make some love potions the other day.”

“Wait, really?” Lucifer questions.

“Why?” Charlie asks, covers Bella’s ears to shield her from Ozzie cursing.

“Because he thinks he’s gonna make Angel fall in love with him or some shit like that,” Ozzie responds with a scoff.

“What did you say?” Husk asks, growing angry. He feels a yank from the green faded chain, noticing Alastor is pulling a little to get him to not react harshly.

Fizz notices Husk’s position with a troubled look on his face.

“I said no,” Ozzie responds, not even noticing Husk at all. “Mhm, nope, nope, and nope! Let me tell you, I don’t fuck with that bullshit. You can’t make a person fall in love. You have to earn their consent, their trust, and their bodies. Lust isn’t supposed to be a force, it’s an art. You know, like the painters paintings of nude men and women. You can’t force a painter to paint if it ain’t out of passion and love.”

“Well, how do we get Angel out of the contract?” Vaggie asks Ozzie.

“Well, since his contract is under Lust, I say that there are two ways of doing it. One of them is love. Not the sexual love, or the romantic love, or the friendship love, or the platonic love. This kind of love is pure, innocent, kind, and unconditional. It knows no bounds and it is behind every action. The angels created love as such, which is everything opposite of lust.”

Angel clenches his teeth.

“If that’s too hard, there’s another way of getting out of the contract. And that’s to kill the overlord who made the contract,” Ozzie responds. “I suggest doing it that way instead since it’s hard to reach that kind of love without fucking it up down here.”

“Oz,” Fizz whispers and the rest of his words are muffled except for him pointing at Husk.

Ozzie shifts his glance at Husk and then back at Fizz. He clenches his teeth. “I don’t think I can see his contract, babe.”

Fizz whispers some more, referring to Alastor.

Ozzie glances at Alastor for a minute and then back at his small boyfriend. “Are you sure about this, babe?”

Fizz nods his head shyly.

“Alright,” Ozzie says while standing up. “Why don’t we all grab some tea? Maybe we can catch up with the group some more. Char-Char, you can introduce us to the rest of your friends.”

“Of course!” Charlie says with a bright smile. Ozzie starts to guide the group out of the office

Fizz hurries into the shadows before being notice by the group before letting a “Psst” to Husk.

Husk’s ears twitch a bit until a second “Psst” sounds again. He turns his head to find Fizz hiding in the shadows of Ozzie’s office. He watches Fizz’s robotic hand motion for him to come over. He glances at the rest of the group making their exit as he tiptoes over to Fizz.

“Uh, yes?” Husk asks in confusion.

“Listen, the chains you have are from greed,” Fizz explains to Husk. “There’s a way to get you out of these chains too.”

Husk shakes his head. “I’m not worried about me. I’m worried about Angel--”

“You ain’t going to be able to help Angel if you’re chained to the Radio Demon,” Fizz whispers to Husk. “You have to free yourself before helping free your boyfriend.”

“He’s not my boyfriend.”

“Well, what is he?”

“He’s--just a friend.”

“Oooh, friends with benefits.”

“Not like that.”

“Well, still, you need to cut your own chains before you help your friend with his.”

Husk frowns at the thought.

“Look, if you’re not going to get out of these chains for yourself, do it for him,” Fizz responds while writing down the name on the cue card. “This is the very last thing I’ll ever do. Oz and I know him too. I’m not sure if he’s going to be much help since he’s an asshole. But it’s at least a starting point on getting yourself free.”

With that said, Fizz gives Husk the cue card and leaves him alone.

Husk arches a brow in confusion as he looks to read the name with a blurry vision. “Damn it, I need to get glasses.” He puts it closer to his face to read the words finally.

Mammon.

“Mammon?” Husk utters the name to himself. “Who the fuck is that?”

He peeks out to find Fizz catching up with the others. He stuffs the cue card in his pant pocket and hurries to catch up with the others.

Once Husk catches up with the others, Fizz goes ahead to say, “Hey, Oz, I know someone who can kill an overlord for us.”

Ozzie gasps as if he just remembers. “Oh yeah, he might help us with this situation.”

“Who might help us?” Lucifer asks.

Ozzie smirks. “I know just the guy to kill Valentino.”

~.~

At the Imp City, there’s an old building with graffiti everywhere on the walls. The group with Fizz and Ozzie tagging along approach the building.

“What the fuck is this?” Cherri utters in shock.

“The murder professionals,” Fizz says almost happily.

“Aren’t they just called murderers?”

“Yeah, but it’s whatever. C’mon!”

Fizz guides the group as Ozzie stands outside of the building to wait for his boyfriend.

The group barely fits in the elevator while they go up to the top floor. As soon as they reach the top floor, they notice a gray-furred hellhound teen ahead with a wolf-like appearance, red eyes glued to her phone.

Bella gasps in fear, hiding behind Charlie. Nora notices this and scoots closer to be more protective of Bella.

Charlie puts her hand around Bella to protect her while Fizz approaches the hellhound.

“Heeey, Loona, is Blitzo in today?” Fizz asks the hellhound named Loona.

Loona looks up at Fizz from her phone and then tilts her head to find more customers. She grunts and calls on the phone.

“Hey, Blitz, you got customers waiting,” Loona informs with a deadpan tone.

The door slams open, an imp with white scar around his eye and horns curved down at the end.

“Holy shit, that’s a lot of people,” the imp, assumingly named Blitzo, gasps.

“Hey, Blitzo,” Fizz greets.

“Well, well, if it isn’t Fizz. What can I do for you and your--?” Blitzo glances at the group behind him. “Wait, are they--?”

“They’re with me, Blitzo,” Fizz responds.

“Ah! Okay, well, fuck! I didn’t think you’ll bring a whole group of people with you. Ahem. My name is Blitzo. The o is silent,” Blitzo introduces himself.

“Where’s the ‘o’?” Angel asks with a brow raised.

Fizz leans over to whisper to Angel. “He doesn’t like it when people say ‘Blitz-o’ for some reason. Just go with it.”

“Huh, okay,” Angel responds with a shrug.

“This is my weapons expert, Moxxie,” Blitzo introduces Moxxie, the other imp with white ruffled hair and black and white horns, who is organizing weapons only for them to fall over. Blitzo refers to another demon imp woman with short black hair. “And our skilled assassin, Millie.”

Millie gives the others a friendly wave.

Blitzo walks over to Loona and snuggles her, causing her to growl. “And this is our adorable receptionist, Loona.”

“Is she going to kill him?” Vaggie whispers to Fizz in concern.

“Nah, he’s fine,” Fizz answers.

Blitzo stops hugging Loona and looks up at the group. “And who are all of these guys? New posse?”

“W-Well, sort of. Uh, Blitz, meet Charlie Morningstar, the Princess of Hell and my niece,” Fizz introduces Charlie, who gives a cute chubby face of adorableness with a small squeak.

“Oh,” Blitzo responds, cringing at the word ‘princess’ until he realizes something. “Wait! Since when do you have a niece?”

“Because I’m with Ozzie, duh,” Fizz responds with an obvious tone.

“Wait a minute, where’s the king of Hell?” Blitzo asks.

“Right here,” Lucifer replies, waving his hand.

Moxxie gasps. “Your Majesty!” He bows down while Millie blinks in shock and bows too. Loona seems indifferent by his approach along with Blitzo.

“Uh...you’re shorter than I thought you would be,” Blitzo responds.

Alastor starts laughing. “That’s my first reaction. I like this little imp.”

Lucifer glares at Alastor chuckling.

Charlie pulls Vaggie and Bella aside. “And this is my girlfriend, Vaggie, and my adopted daughter, Bella.”

Bella shyly waves, hiding behind Vaggie from Loona’s looming glare.

Charlie refers to the others. “And these are my friends: Angel Dust, Husk, Nifty, Cherri, and Alastor.”

The ones introduced wave at Blitzo and his gang.

“Uh, nice to meet you. Soooo, what have you guys come here for?” Blitzo asks.

“We want you to kill someone for us,” Alastor responds without hesitation.

“Ooh! Out of revenge? Malice? Did they do you wrong on Earth?” Blitzo asks with interest.

“Uh, he’s not from Earth...he’s from down here,” Charlie utters.

“Oh, eesh, uh, hate to disappoint you, princess, but we don’t kill anyone from down here,” Blitzo responds.

“Even if he’s an overlord?” Cherri asks with a brow raised.

“Wait, shit, really?” Blitzo responds with widened eyes.

“We still don’t kill people from down here,” Moxxie responds with a clenched teeth.

“But he’s abused Angel to the point where he get ra--!” Husk responds urgently, feeling a tug around his neck from the chains that appearing like it’s slowly breaking.

“We’re sorry, honey,” Millie replies sadly.

“Wait, where he gets what?” Blitzo questions.

“Sir--”

The others glance at Angel, wondering if he’ll tell them the story. Angel hugs himself, trembling a bit when he realizes what he was about to do. He looks at the others, who give him encouraging nods.

Angel takes a deep breath until he starts to cry. “I--I--um--”

“Spit it out. What’s your backstory?” Blitzo asks more invasively.

Angel is on the verge of breaking down crying. Husk notices this and hurries by his side, holding him.

“It’s okay,” Husk whispers to him. “It’s okay. You don’t have to do this.”

Alastor is about to take a step back to the exit despite the disappointed looks from the others. “Welp, I guess we can say that we tried.”

“V-Valentino,” Angel utters the name.

“What?” Blitzo asks.

“V-Valentino is his name.” Angel trembles a bit and glances at Husk, who gives him a warm smile of encouragement. Angel straightens himself up and wipes the make-up off of his face, revealing the bruises from his cheeks, two black eyes, and busted lip.

“This is what he’s doing to me daily!” Angel cries, tears welling up in his eyes. “He’s been doing this shit to me daily!” He manages to wipe the white powder off to reveal more bruises and cuts on his arms. “This is what he does to me everyday! And it gets worse than that!”

He turns around and unzips his gold dress he still has on, showing more bruises and cuts. “He has other actors force themselves in me! And I can’t take that shit anymore! But as long as I’m contracted under Valentino, I can never escape him. I can’t escape him.”

Angel starts to break down and sob, covering his own bruises. The I.M.P crew watch on with sad looks on their faces. Blitzo glances up at Fizz as if Angel’s pain reminded him of Fizz’s. Fizz frowns and puts a hand on Angel’s shoulder to comfort him.

Blitzo shifts his gaze back to Angel, his sad gaze changed to a determined one.

“Where’s the bastard?” Blitzo asks, his tone becoming more serious.

“In Pentagram City,” Lucifer points out. “At the Porn Studios.”

Blitzo glances at Moxxie and Millie. “Looks like we got ourselves a target.”

“But, Sir, we don’t know how to kill an overlord,” Moxxie adds.

“Then I better call someone who might have an idea,” Blitzo says, taking out his phone to make a phonecall.

~.~

The owl king, Stolas, sits on the couch with his teen daughter, Octavia, watching a reality tv show within his large castle. His daughter is resting on his side while Stolas hears the phone ring. The smoke rises up and the words form:

Blitzy is calling.

Stolas chirps in shock, red eyes wide. He helps his daughter sit up. “Hold on, I have to take this real quick.” Stolas picks up the phone while Octavia groans. “Hello.”

“Heeey, Stolas,” Blitz calls with a plastered grin from his office at the I.M.P building. “How are you doing? Um, how’s the hospital stay?”

“Uh, good, I guess,” Stolas answers while looking at his bandages on his shoulder. “Is there something you want?”

Blitz shrinks a bit at the firm tone Stolas has. “Uh, weeell, sort of. It’s not sex, I promise you. I mean, maybe if you are up to--”

“Not now, Blitz--”

“Wait, don’t hang up! There’s something serious and important that I have to ask and it has nothing to do with us at all,” Blitz responds urgently.

Stolas tilts his head, sitting on the couch next to his daughter. “Get on with it.”

“Uh, haha, uh, you don’t happen to know how to kill an overlord, do you?”

“Kill an overlord--? Blitzy, are you out of your goddamn mind?!” Stolas curses, his feathers ruffled.

“Whaaat? I’m just curious--”

“First, you’re killing living beings on Earth and now you’re killing overlords in Hell,” Stolas grumbles.

“It’s not like I’m asking you to kill the overlord for us.”

“Last time you went into the human realm, you were caught by the human freaks who believed that demons are real. And then you’re going to go off and kill an overlord who is more powerful and more dangerous than anything on Earth is. You’re going to get yourself killed, Blitzy.”

“Look, it’s for a friend...he’s stuck in a rut with some overlord and I took the contract to kill him, so...how do I do it?” Blitzo answers firmly.

Stolas sighs. “There’s no talking you out of this, is there?”

Blitz doesn’t respond, letting Stolas sigh again.

“Okay, fine. Killing the overlord takes a lot of precision and holy bullets,” Stolas finally answers with a sad sigh.

“Holy bullets?”

“Yes. You can get the holy bullets from Heaven. I’m not sure how you’ll get up there. But this is going to be a nearly impossible. You need to be careful,” Stolas responds.

“Okay, thanks, Stolas,” Blitzo says as he hangs up the phone.

Stolas hears the line buzzing, hanging up. He sighs and looks over at his daughter.

“You okay, Dad?” Octavia asks softly.

Stolas fakes a smile. “Of course, my owlette. I’m just worried over nothin’ is all.” He wraps his arm around his teen daughter as they continue to watch the show while listening to glass breaking in the background. Stolas takes a moment to find a shadow of his queen, throwing glass vases in rage. With an irritable groan at his wife, he pulls his daughter closer.

~.~

Blitzo storms into the front room where the others were waiting for him at. “Okay, I got a way to kick some ass. We need some holy bullets.”

“Holy bullets?” Cherri questions.

“Oh yeah, they’re stored in Heaven,” Lucifer comments.

Charlie gasps excitedly and pulls her girlfriend, Vaggie, beside her. “We can go get them. It’d be so nice to visit Heaven again!”

“Do they have holy grenades?” Cherri asks with excitement in her voice.

“I think so,” Lucifer responds.

“FUCK YEAH!!!” Cherri shouts while sticking up her middle fingers with a bright grin.

Alastor sighs tiredly. “Great. One more weapon to blow up the hotel wall with.”

Fizz clears his throat, getting Husk’s attention. He pulls out a cigarette. “Want to take these outside?”

“Uh, I don’t smoke,” Husk responds.

Fizz draws the cigarettes back to himself and then whispers. “Want to get something to drink?”

“At a time like this?” Husk questions.

Fizz starts to sign with his hands. “I’m trying to get you out of this room so that you can get a headstart to the greed ring.”

“I don’t know sign language,” Husk utters quietly.

Fizz leans over to whisper. “I’m trying to get you out of this room so that you can get a headstart to the greed ring.”

Husk blinks in surprise and looks at the group, including Alastor.

An idea comes into Fizz’s mind as he makes an announcement. “You know, I need to distress from the situation. Uh, Husk, would you like to come and have a drink with me?”

Husk blinks in confusion and then looks at the others, who also stare in confusion. He clears his throat. “You know what, sure.”

“Alright, be safe,” Blitzo calls while Husk walks over to Fizz.

As the elevator door closes, Angel frowns to see Husk walking away.

“Sooo, what’s the plan?” Nifty asks in confusion.

“We are going in two teams. One stays down here and one goes up to Heaven’s Gate,” Blitzo responds.

“Oh, I can go up there again,” Charlie volunteers herself.

“Uh, I guess I can go...but I’m not sure if it’s a good idea since you know...we fought the exterminators four months ago,” Vaggie responds.

“She makes a good point,” Alastor replies.

“Heaven is lame,” Nora groans.

“I kind of want to see it,” Bella responds with curiosity.

“I wanna get those holy bombs!” Cherri determines.

Lucifer nods. “Okay then, Charlie, Vaggie, Bella, Nora, and Cherri will go up to Heaven and me, radio-ace--”

“Radio what?” Alastor interrupts.

“Angel, Husk, and the I.M.P crew stays down here. Fizz and Ozzie can do whatever they want really since they already helped,” Lucifer keeps talking without acknowledging Alastor’s interruption. Lucifer stretches his arms and looks at his daughter. “I’ll get you guys into Heaven.”

“Thanks, Dad,” Charlie replies with a smile.

“Wait, do they have holy knives?!” Nifty asks, almost laughing evilly.

“You’re staying down here,” Lucifer responds. “You’re not stabbing anymore angels.”

“Aww, I want to see their golden blood spurt out again,” Nifty responds while laughing evilly.

“Holy shit, she’s fucked up,” Blitzo responds with a shocked tone.

Lucifer sighs and looks at his daughter, Vaggie, Bella, Nora, and Cherri. “You guys ready?”

The girls exchange glances at each other and nods.

“Fuck yeah!” Cherri responds.

“Good,” Lucifer says while getting a phone out to call up Heaven. “Hey, Sera, do you mind if my daughter and her family come up to Heaven again?”

Unbeknownst to him, there’s a black crow perched on the dead branch outside of the I.M.P building, flying off as if it heard the entire conversation. 

To Be Continued...

#angel dust #charlie morningstar #hazbin hotel husk #huskerdust #hazbin alastor #hazbin hotel: the contract of blood #nifty hazbin hotel #vaggie hazbin hotel #the vees #cherri hazbin hotel #helluva boss blitz #stolas goetia #helluva millie #loona helluva boss #friends ocs

[cemetaryvampire]

INTRO!!!

Hey my names vin (I also go by Dante, olivyn, and a few others) and sometimes I do stuff here

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[bratshaws]

through the hourglass 340. brb x oc

a/n: a y (comments and reblogs are super welcome and encouraged!)

pairing: plus size!oc x rooster

warnings: none uwu

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He leans against the doorframe as he watches Beatrice in the kitchen, keys swinging in his finger,waiting for her to put stuff away - “just a few!” - before they went to Evelyn’s place.

He hums, calling her attention,making her tilt her head towards him with a small smile, “I’m almost done.”

“I’m in no hurry,gorgeous.” he smiles, “The kids are just chilling in the living room.” but he couldn’t stop thinking about that Thomas guy. Call him overprotective,call him his wife’s greatest supporter, but he didn’t like that guy.

At all.

“So,” he begins, one of his hands in his denim pockets while the other rubs his chin, “That Thomas,” she looks back at him with a confused smile, “He was a jerk to you.” 

Beatrice just arches her brow at him, closing the fridge’s door just in time for Jolene to walk up behind her, begging for pets. She complies, albeit her eyes stay on her husband, a little smile on her face, “...Roos. You don’t have to be angry, it was in the past.”

Rooster watched as Beatrice closed the fridge door, a small smile playing on her lips as  Jolene, rubbed against her legs like the cat shaped like a pitbull she was, seeking attention. 

"Bea," he began, his voice low and serious, "I know it's in the past, but that doesn't mean I have to like the way he treated you."

Beatrice turned towards him, her eyes filled with warmth. She placed a gentle hand on his arm, as she got closer. "Roos, it was years ago. His comment was stupid but I’m not mad,” she cups his cheeks, ‘Honey, don’t get worked up over him. It’s not worth it.” he doesn’t like it, she sees by how his eyebrows twitch and how he holds her hands on his face, turning to kiss her palm.

The warmth of Beatrice's touch and the softness in her eyes had a calming effect on Rooster. He took a deep breath, his shoulders relaxing as he leaned into her gentle embrace ”It's just... seeing someone from your past treat you poorly, even if it was years ago, it rubs me the wrong way."

She ran her fingers through his hair, a gesture that always seemed to soothe him, like always. "I understand, and I love you for it. But let's not let Thomas have any power over our day. We're going to Evelyn's, and we're going to enjoy the time there…okay?”

Rooster managed a small smile, “Okay.” he leans down to kiss her forehead, keeping his lips there for a few seconds, “You are so much better than me with shit like that.”

“Forgiving people?”

“Yeah.”

“You did get better,Roos.” she whispers, touching his pectorals, right above his heart, “Don’t sell yourself so short. Beatrice pulled back slightly, maintaining a soft gaze that held his . "Roos, we all have our ways of dealing with things. You've grown, learned to let go of the past, and I'm proud of you."

Rooster chuckled, the tension in his shoulders melting away. "Yeah, well, having you around helps. Now, let's get going before I start getting all territorial about our kitchen." he hears Nicole’s giggles from the living room.

With a final kiss to Beatrice's forehead, Rooster straightened up, he reached for his keys and nodded towards the door, "Alright, let's head over to Evelyn's. The kids are probably getting restless." cue more giggling

Beatrice grinned, her hand sliding into Rooster's as they made their way towards the door. "You're right. I’m done here too.” she follows him down the hallway to where the kids are, running her hands down her pockets then back up, “I got my phone and everything.”

“Good.” he leans down to pick Nicole up, lifting her with a playful grunt, “I’ll pick this one first, then I’ll help you with the twins.” Gavin and Aurora were too busy lying on the playmat, Aurora pressing a drooly ‘bite’ to her brother’s ear…Gavin did not care, he just kept playing with his toy.

“I can carry them–”

“I’ll help gorgeous,” he smirks, “I can carry two kids.” he smiles, bouncing Nicole in his arm a bit, “Don’t worry.”

She blushes a bit, especially when he flexes his arm and the bicep stretches the fabric of his Hawaiian shirt, “...alright, fair.” and he knows he got the effect he was looking for, pursing his lips to hold back a smile when she clears her throat, “I’ll hand you Aurora first, since she’s…doing Aurora things.” she picks the three months old baby girl and places her in the carrier they set up right next to the couch.

"Alright, team," Rooster declared, "Time to gear up and move out. Operation: Visit the Seresins is a go."

Beatrice chuckled, shaking her head as she hands Aurora over to him, waiting until his grip is steady and strong around the handle. "It's just a visit to Evelyn's."

"Every mission needs a code name. Keeps things interesting." he smiles, “Like our marriage.”

She looks up from scooping Gavin towards him, “...you gave us a mission code name?”

“I sure did.”

“...are you serious?”

“Yep.”

“And are you going to tell me?”

“Oh,gorgeous.” he smirks, covering Nikki’s ear with one hand, “It’s not kid friendly.”

Beatrice couldn't help but laugh at that, even if she was blushing hard over his words. "You're unbelievable, Roos. Operation: Visit the Seresins, it is."

With Gavin safely in her arms, she followed Rooster as he led the way to the car.Rooster with Aurora snug in the carrier, Nicole holding onto his free hand, and Beatrice with Gavin cradled in the carrier as well. He helps Beatrice putting everyone in and waits until she’s done to open the car door for her.

As they settled into the car, Rooster turned the engine on, the familiar purr resonating through the vehicle “Oh,” he closes his eyes, “Oh, I love this sound, but not more than yours.” he purrs at her, making Beatrice stop mid seatbelt latching, cheeks burning even hotter.

“What’s gotten on you?” not that she was complaining, “What about the ‘kid friendly’ dialogue?” 

Rooster grinned at Beatrice's flustered reaction, his eyes sparkling. "Well, gorgeous, some things are just meant for our ears only. Keeps the romance alive, you know?"

She rolled her eyes but couldn't hide the smile playing on her lips. "You're incorrigible, Roos. As if we don’t do it already.” but she giggled, “I love you so much, you are such a goober.”

“True,but I am your goober.” he winks, then inhales, “Alright Operation: Visit the Seresins, underway," Rooster declared with mock seriousness. The car pulled out of their driveway, and they watch as the garage doors’ close with a gentle ‘shfft’ “ Do we know why Ev wants to meet up?”

“She just told me to come up and bring you and the kids.” she shrugs, watching the neighborhood as he turns the car. They drive past Miranda- well, no longer her house anymore huh - past the Haltons’ former house and she hums, shaking her head, she wasn’t going to bring them up anymore, “And pretty much that was it,you know.”

“Huh.” he nods, “Alright.” he kept a watchful eye on the rearview mirror, ensuring the little ones were content. Nicole was humming quietly, while Gavin and Aurora were on their respective carriers, both wide awake.

Beatrice leaned over, planting a soft kiss on Rooster's cheek. "You're an amazing dad, you know that?"

Rooster's eyes met hers, a genuine warmth in his gaze. "And you're an incredible mom. We make a great team, don't we?"

She smiled, the bond between them palpable. "The best team."

“With great kids.”

“The best kids.” she smiles, “Best of the best,huh?”

“Always,gorgeous.”

-

“Doesn’t the uh, posters freak JJ out a bit?”

Evelyn looks up from her glass to where Beatrice was gesturing, the Hellraiser poster remained in the same place, within sight of a four months old baby. “He sleeps.” she says, “Besides, I won’t keep that here for long. Since Jake moved in, some stuff will have to leave, we’re still getting his stuff from Texas.”

“Ah,’ Bea looks back to where Jake and Rooster were, talking, each holding a baby - two in Rooster’s case,since he was holding the twins - and Nicole was busy gently petting Wiley, the cat stretching under her tiny hand,  “That’s good though. You two look very happy.”

Evelyn followed Beatrice's gaze, her own lips curling into a fond smile. "Yeah, we are happy. Jake and I, we've been through a lot, but things are finally falling into place. Having him here, with JJ, it feels like a dream."

"You two deserve all the happiness in the world. And JJ seems to be adapting well to his surroundings."

Evelyn chuckled, her gaze returning to the baby who was now touching Jake’s cheek. "He's a trooper. Babies are more resilient than we give them credit for. “

“That is true.”

“And you mama?” Evelyn teases, “How’s your squad holding up?”

“Honestly, great.” she smiles, “Nikk is a great older sister and the twins are healthy…Rooster is also,finally relaxing after…everything that went down.” she mutters, “The whole investigation thing took a toll on him and I want him to enjoy his leave with us, you know?”

“Well,” Evelyn smiles, “Good thing you guys will have something to do by the end of the week.”

“Huh?” her tall friend pulls out a piece of paper and she recognizes her college’s colors immediately, “Northride is doing another game week?”

“Month.” Evelyn corrects her, “I think our alumni game four years ago brought a lot of students and they wanted to do something bigger…like having us playing volleyball again.”

Beatrice took the piece of paper from Evelyn's hand, her eyes scanning the details of the upcoming event."Volleyball, huh? I guess it's time to dust off the old jersey." she jokes, still reading, “Did they contact you?”

Evelyn grinned, leaning against the wall. "Yep,It's going to be just like that time. I've already convinced Shells to join us and of course she said yes." she laughs, “I’ll talk to the girls too, but I’m sure they’ll say yes.”

“Right.” Bea nods, “...huh, man, I didn’t think they’d do it again.It's been years since we last played together."

Evelyn chuckled, propping her hand on her waist. "Well, they say some things are like riding a bike—you never really forget. Plus, it's all in good fun. We'll be playing against other alumni, reminiscing about the good old times."

“Other alumni?”

“Yep.” she says, “Couldn’t believe it either, I have no idea who it’ll be. It’ll be a mixed match, so, male vs female teams.”

Huh.

“...you know who I saw at the grocery store?” Bea says, tilting her head and lowering her voice, “Thomas, remember? From college.” and she has to fight back a smile at Evelyn’s disgusted face.

Evelyn's eyes narrowed at the mention of Thomas, her distaste evident. "Thomas? Seriously?Ugh!!

“Yeeep…he’s still…a gem.” she murmurs, “He made a comment about how my body looks great for someone who has kids and such such… and it was... awkward, to say the least."

Evelyn's eyes widened with curiosity, her disgust changing into amusement. "Rooster was there too? What did he think of Thomas?"

"He wasn't too thrilled," Beatrice admitted. "As I said Thomas made some inappropriate comments about me, and Rooster, being Rooster, didn't take it well."

Evelyn shook her head in disbelief. "Some people never change. What did Rooster say?"

She parts her lips, “Um…well…He kept his cool, for the most part," Bea replied. "But you could see he wasn't happy. Rooster didn't appreciate the uh…compliment, you know. Thankfully, things didn't escalate."

Evelyn's expression darkened and she tsked. "That guy always had a way of rubbing people the wrong way. I'm glad Rooster was there to keep things in check." she pauses, “...didn’t he moved out of Cali? I remember back in college he yelled that he was moving to Canada or something.”

Beatrice took a sip of her coffee, the warmth soothing as she continued the conversation with Evelyn. "Yeah…yeah, he did mention something about moving during our college days. Maybe he changed his mind or moved back? People do that sometimes."

Evelyn leaned against the counter, crossing her arms. "Well, I hope he doesn't decide to stick around. We don't need his toxicity in our lives."

"Agreed," Bea nodded, "...do you think he came for the games?”

Evelyn squinted in thought, her lips forming a thin line. "Games or not, I hope he's not planning to linger. "

“Damn you…hate him more than I thought?”

“He’s a jerk,Bea. All and all…anyway, let’s talk to the boys,I’m sure they’d love to know about it too.”

#bradley rooster bradshaw #rooster bradshaw #bradley bradshaw x oc #top gun maverick #bradley bradshaw x reader #bradley bradshaw x female reader #bradley bradshaw x named reader #tgm oc #tgm fic #tgm fanfiction

[dougielombax]

Fuck Azerbaijan for this BULLSHIT!

I’m adding more articles here for clarity because I felt the headline on the first one was needlessly vague.

And the Russian “peacekeepers” in Artsakh aren’t doing SHIT to stop it. Just as I said they would.

Please reblog the shit out of this.

#dougie rambles #news #political crap #europe #caucasus #armenia #artsakh #azerbaijan #fuck azerbaijan #double standards #fuck putin #fuck Erdogan #vent post #war crimes #terrorism #genocide #reblog this #reblog the shit out of this #european union

[disabledunitypunk]

[Image ID: a post by wolfmoonjournal with a picture of a page reading: (title)"Two Beers and a Puppy": A Helpful Test for Determining How You Feel About Someone (body)"Two Beers and a Puppy" is a test that I devel oped while working on an Esquire story on the American "son of a bitch. The test is: In order to find out how you actually feel about someone, ask yourself, "Would I have two beers with this person!" And: "Would I allow this person to look after my puppy over a weekend?" Some people are no and no. These people are to be avoided at all costs. Some people are yes and no. These peo- ple are to be cautiously trusted. Some people are no and ye. These people are no fun but they make the world a better place-for puppies, especially. And some people are yes and yes. These people are wonderful people and your fe and work are better for having them in your life. Seek them out. Collaborate with them. Enjoy their company wolfmoonjournal then comments This has been going around my work and friend group on other platforms, and I thought it deserved a place here too. archdemoning then reblogs with tags saying #fit's a good limitus test. take out the specifics of drinking or not drinking alcohol vs owning a dog or not #it's basically 1) would you spend an evening laughing and enjoying conversation with someone and walking away like that was good: #and 2) do you trust this person has a basic level of willingness and ability to care for others and repay your trusting in them? Wit's just getting you to tap into the unconscious micro-tells our brains collect about other people #which are by far the most accurate assessment tools we have to judge peoples' characters on the fly and in general (via purplehawke) thegreenmeridian then says Shoutout to that time someone posted this on one of my servers and multiple people were going "this is exclusionary to people who don't drink/are allergic to dogs, also it is ableist to expect me to understand the concept of an analogy" Like yes ok I would definitely have neither 2 beers with you nor leave a puppy with any of you /end ID]

...

Okay, but were they saying "it's ableist to expect me to understand the concept of an analogy" or were they rightfully upset that when they took it literally you made fun of them, shit on them, or got overly angry at them for MISSING a metaphor, which some people in fact DO struggle to catch and understand? If you had just said "hey, I get what you mean, but what I meant was [good explanation that was provided in the tags], if you reframe it that way does that help? It was meant as a metaphor" would they have been chill?

Because if they'd still be bitey about it, yeah, I wouldn't share a beverage, food, OR time with them OR trust them with a task involving caring for others. But I'm SO USED TO people twisting the words of disabled people and taking them out of context to make it look like we're saying something completely ridiculous and shut down discussions of our actual struggles and oppression than I'm willing to bet I wouldn't even consider giving you the time of day after seeing which one it was. -_-

Also literally, EXPECTING everyone to get metaphors without being told they are not literally, especially when phrased in a way that a literal read makes sense, and then making fun of them or getting mad at them for making a single damn MISTAKE based on the way their brain naturally interprets things??? Yeah, that's fucking ableism.

You ever listened to a neurodivergent person talk about the trauma they went through as kids? This is one of the main. fucking. things!! We had to be explicitly TAUGHT to recognize and understand metaphors, and some of us still struggle with it! Hell, neurotypical kids had to be taught too, their brains are just naturally more able to "get it" in some cases.

Don't @ me about this because I struggled as a kid but in fact I do get, use (even overuse), and love metaphors nowadays! But I spent YEARS dealing with adults going "why don't you get it. it's obvious. you should know this already," when I DIDN'T AND COULDN'T AND THAT WAS THEIR FAILURE, NOT MINE.

Perpetuating that treatment with traumatized adults because they made a mistake, or yes, even are truly incapable of understanding metaphor, is ableism, asshat.

"Is it ableism to expect an adult to [be able to] do/understand-"

Let me stop you right there. If you're asking if it's ableism to expect someone to do something - mentally or physically, as even something like understanding is a neurological process - then yes! It's fucking ableism! Because there's virtually nothing that's impossible for a disabled person to be unABLE to do, and especially one of the neurodivergent DISABILITY symptoms that's so common as to be a stereotype.

(No, it's not a false stereotype. It's less common than the stereotype suggests, mind you, but I'm not going to throw my siblings with that symptom under the bus because of it.)

Next time maybe just take the time to EXPLAIN to someone instead of basically saying "lol these id*ots think it's ableist to judge them for not being able to immediately understand this actually fairly complex concept that requires significant critical thought without help just because I falsely think I'm really good at the same concept (which, even if they were good at reading comprehension would be just as bad, but it adds some irony due to their hypocrisy)".

Anyway tl;dr I wouldn't share a cup of piss or entrust a pet rock to the person saying that, given that they are in fact a massive ableist and are likely even worse than we have full context for given the prevalence of the ableism bad faith misinterpretations and manipulative reframing of them as a form of ableism itself used to shut down discussions of ableism overall.

Oh, and bonus, aside from the whole "this isn't a clear metaphor and I'm reinterpreting your words in the worst faith possible and making fun of you for not understanding something...

Some people are incapable of the puppy one, even at a metaphorical level, because they are too disabled to take care of even the simplest living creature. Hell, "trust to do a task" can be something you can't do with severely disabled people. AND some people are often unable to give you their time, especially in person nowadays but sometimes even over safely distanced video calls and such. They should be ACTIVELY AVOIDED because they're not able to spend time with you?

I get that this wasn't the point the original was making, because it didn't consider the nuances of the disabled experience. People rarely do. This is about abled people. And yes, you can make an argument about "people I want to spend time with even if they can't always" vs "people I don't" or "people I need to rely on for tasks" vs "people I don't", but perhaps you should check and make SURE you're not in fact being biased by ableism into not wanting to hang out with good caring friends because they can't often do so, or relying on them for tasks they've told you they can't do but you're putting on them anyway.

Nearly every disabled person with more than minimal support needs has experienced the "friend exodus" when they become disabled/chronically ill. A video call becomes an "inconvenience" when it's really just that the abled person has a preference to hang out in person despite doing so quite literally being less convenient (and often, they are not safe for an immunocompromised person to be around).

Many of the same people have also experienced the "oh of course you can do it/you used to be able to so you need to now/you're the only one who can do it so you need to magically overcome your disability and do so/well do you just not do [chore] in your own home (what do you think home help aides are for?!?)/well you did it the other day (yes, with serious health consequences, and/or as someone whose abilities fluctuate from day to day".

Like I'm not sorry that I'm not sorry. Abled people shut up forever. Disabled people with low support needs and relative privilege? Stay in your lane and STOP with the assimilationist "well I'm disabled and I can do this/don't need this/don't think I'm perpetrating lateral ableism against disabled people with higher support needs". If you've been guilty of this (as I myself have been in the past!) just fucking apologize and do better! Don't DOUBLE DOWN because you refuse to face up to your own guilt and remorse!

Yes, all that is a reading of what the author said that wasn't intended and isn't present in the text. Knowing that is reading comprehension, and how's that for critical thought? Expanding on how a passage exhibits indirect bias influenced by disabled erasure and influences and shapes the attitudes of people who ARE ableist because of THEIR pre-existing biases... y'know, I get the urge to make fun, because I'm also pissed the fuck off, but actually I'll not give into the urge to do so because that would be hypocritical and ableist.

Instead I will say if you would like me to expand on that, or explain it better, or honestly use simpler language because I know I use high level words all the time, I am genuinely ALWAYS happy to talk about it with you and help people understand.

My frustration is with the people who do understand but wilfully refuse to genuinely engage with it and listen and have a real dialogue, and instead get defensive and double down on their ableism - and the second part is the part I have an issue with. I can't actually tell if someone is being ableist because they genuinely don't understand - in which case they need to ask questions or simply not speak over us as if they are an expert - or because they are pretending not to (which is a behavior I recognize from my past self, hence naming it at all).

It's not really about the understanding. It's about how you respond to it. Naming both is important because to be better, people need to respond to them differently. They need to recognize whether they are getting defensive over a genuine struggle to understand what someone means or over a denying a recognition of their own complicity in ableism. Each has a slightly different solution, but both boil down to not asserting that the person complaining about ableism is wrong and either asking questions or doing some damn introspection to make sure you root out your OWN ableist biases and are a better ally (as an abled person) or not hindering disabled liberation by being an assimilationist (as a disabled person).

Anyway look out for an essay eventually on the specific phenomenon of this manipulation of disabled people's conversations on ableism to shut them down. We will have it up as soon as the hyperfocus strikes.

#ableism #we changed the ID format slightly so feel free to give us feedback #if you're here to whine about how 'everything is ableism' btw yeah. ableism is in fact super pervasive. it is in fact everywhere #the more you listen to disabled people of all kinds the more you realize just how badly ableist our world is #and then you start to realize that YOU'VE been ableist and yeah that fucking sucks #the RIGHT thing to do though is say 'oh fuck I'm sorry' and then work to do better #I don't exactly believe in simplifying people to 'good' and 'bad' but in that moment that you double down instead of doing the right thing #you are in fact not ACTING as a 'good' person and are in fact DOING a bad thing

[yooniesim]

I think one of the things that makes it so hard to find new creators (that are free) is how insular paywall/early access cc creators are. I literally can't remember the last time any of them used their massive platforms to support newer creators and they only seem to reblog content that features their own stuff or other creators they're close with. They are literally only concerned about their "brand" instead of actually participating in the community that provides them with their livelihoods. If you're looking for content, you're going directly to these creators first and maybe you'll look through finds blogs if you're more invested. To a point, I understand that's how popularity works, but they could be doing so much more.

Plus, since the early access model is so popular, I do think there's a push for new creators to switch to that. You get an initial burst of engagement when you first post and then another when your content is free, instead of just posting once and getting what you get. Also, I do think there's an unspoken rule that "early access creator" = "professional". So, if you want to be taken seriously, you'll imitate what the "professionals" are doing.

I'm sorry you're discouraged trying to find new creators. It's actually insane how much damage the popularity of paywalling has done to this community.

Hey nonny, thanks for sending this and also for your sympathy! I agree with everything you said, and I'm just gonna ramble a bit in a semi related way.

I think the point you made about professionalism is especially poignant. Creating cc is less a hobby now and more a setup for your own "business". But in this marketplace, there are no standards or regulation whatsoever- and many people here are just bad at what they do in various ways. It seems as if they either have the aesthetic & business model down, but are terrible to their customers and/or make terrible product, or they make a good product but can't quite grasp how to play the "game" to work the system to its full advantage. Sometimes you get people bad at all of it, yet they still charge. Because the only consistent thing about this community at the moment is that everything absolutely has to have a price, no matter how shitty it is. And there's absolutely zero consequence for being a gigantic douche nozzle.

This is a mostly disconnected side note, but when I think about these creators, it's just unbelievably depressing. I have thought about what it would be like to try early access a few times over the years, and honestly even the thought gave me such a burst of anxiety I immediately dismissed it. Just releasing cc for free is sometimes an anxious feeling for me, I just can't imagine having to base a business around it. The thought of possibly disappointing people and not consistently providing a quality product that is worth their money is a shameful thought for me. I have gotten a few $1 donations to my patreon over the years and even then i feel bad for not being able to create cc for a while because of my mental health, and not being better at cc making in general. And yet there's people that provide the most lazy, shit items I've ever seen without blinking. Stuff they never tested that doesn't work in game, two second conversions, no hat chops, no lods, gigantic poly, etc. They don't even know how to make cc and admit to that but still charge. I think I would die of shame. I'm sitting here thinking about, do they feel guilt over it, in the back of their mind? Does the stress and the anxiety gnaw at them like it does me? Even just uploading to curseforge for me, causes a bit of anxiety, even though no one pays for it directly. But CF is just another tool to be used to most- now people use patreon, but once its unlocked, the download link leads to CF so they can double dip. So it must not be bothersome to them at all. It's difficult for me to wrap my head around.

...I've gotten so far off track, again. Here's the part where I re-read your ask and try to get back on topic lol. Sorry, my mind runs a lot these days.

I'm glad you mentioned the part about how insular paywallers are. But I think there's even more to this than just popularity. They do not break from their circle, except in the very rare case someone new becomes very popular and they want to do a boring collab with them, and even then it seems limited. I'm pretty sure they have a server (or multiple) where they share people's urls for the purposes of chain blocking them. They also, without a doubt, share people's personal info to one another in order to ban their accounts from their patreons (at the very least). I have witnessed this multiple times. There are several doxxing rings besides the ones that were exposed, at least one exclusive to early access creators. They don't allow new people in/trust others easily because of this. This is why I don't trust paywallers as a rule; not because I think custom content should never be monetized under any circumstances, but because the lack of standardization and consequences for privacy violations makes it unsafe.

I've read through your ask again, and it made me think of something else, so bear with me haha. But the point about how you find newer creators, and how some will go to finds blogs. The fact of the matter is that popular finds blogs have the potential to be compromised as well. I have been blocked by mmccworld ever since EA temporarily banned paywalling and I reblogged a post that had a list of people intending to continue paywalling after that, and they happened to be on that list. They were one of the more popular finds blogs in the community, but I obviously won't be reblogged by them like I was in the past. Now, this isn't that relevant anymore since they're definitely not as highly regarded as they once were, but think about tumblr's lack of algorithm & what you said about how people find newer creators. If you aren't reblogged, you aren't found. And it makes me wonder how many other creators are blocked at a finds blog's discretion. I mean, this isn't necessarily a bad thing; you can filter people how you like, for example I don't reblog from paywallers on mine, or known bigots etc. But it's something to think about, and I think is a smaller example of how simblr works. If you don't play the game and fall in line, if you question the wrong person, you won't get exposure. And to most, in our current system, exposure equals money. Of course you're going to toe the line- no one wants to be publicly shamed, or worse, have a drop in potential income.

This has gone on far, far too long, so let me stop lol. But thanks again for sending this and allowing me to ramble in response, nonny... not that you had a choice 🤣

#asks #anonymous #ceci speaks #negative #the patreon issue #ceci speaks a lot more #long post #nonny complaints

[ripperdoc-is-daddy]

Little Fish Pt. 2

Reader is a Beautiful Siren who gets in over her head with the Mysterious and Ominous Danger that lurks beneath darker waters.

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TW: MINORS DO NOT INTERACT! READER IS BLACK FEMALE, Leviathans, Sirens, Reader has short hair, FISH PEOPLE, Frolicking, Shark anatomy, Bony Fish anatomy, Explanations of Aquatic life behaviors, Food mentions, They eat fucking fish, Pod Dynamics (Not Omegaverse), Crude Humor, Sexual Content, Suggestive Content, Ocean references, LOTS OF OCEAN TALK, Violence, Domineering, Power plays, Will get graphic, mentions of murking, I spent too much time looking at vids on fish, CONSENTUAL ETHICAL POLYAMOUROUS RELATIONSHIP, GROWING RELATIONSHIP PAINS AT THE START, It's the ciiiiiiircle of liiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiife. Soft/Hard Boi Sanemi, Kyojuro is a fucking menace, Tengen is Tengen, TENGEN'S WIVES ARE PRESENT AND HE LOVES THEM! MINORS DO NOT INTERACT! PERMISSION TO REPOST OR TRANSLATE DENIED!

Pt. 1 , Pt. 3 , Pt. 4

Swimming hurridly, you didn’t look back behind you till you were outside of the small cave system you shared with Tengen, his mates, and Sanemi. Seeing nobody, you swam in till you found your alcove and dove into it. Burrowing under the kelp blanket, grasping your pillow for dear life. You stayed down there till you calmed down.

Venturing out slowly, eyes still wide as you searched for your roomies. You found them further in one of the larger, open mini caverns found within. Coming up behind the broad backed male mer in the room, you hugged him tightly from behind. He stopped telling the story he was reciting and slowly pulled you around to his front. Two other female sirens swam up on either side of you and looked at you, concerned etched in his features as he waited for you to speak.

“I saw it again,” you blurted out, not quite believing you had survived a second encounter. “I was tending the coral and just kind of fucking around, ya know? Then all the fish went away, and shit got all quiet n stuff. I saw something moving off in the distance and realized it matched the description you told me earlier, so I dove down into the coral and hid.” you word vomited.

You were unable to stop telling your story once you started. “I thought I was good cuz the fish started moving around again but PSYCH! Nope! I closed my eyes for one second, and there his bitchass was! Just staring at me!” your voice got louder and carried a hint of hysteria with it, yet still, you continued while your audience listened. Enthralled by your recitation. “Then like, I asked him to blink, and he did it! Cuz he totally wasn't blinking before and neither was I cuz I didn't trust him. ANYWAYS! I tried to bluff my way into him letting me go, and he wasn’t having it. So then I tried to play meek and mild, and he bull rushed me!”

You pushed away a small distance from Tengen and swam around the three mers. “I didn’t realize what I did before I did it. I heeled his nose, and like we both stared at each other! I mean, there was blood! And he looked happy about it or something! He just smiled n shit. It was creepy as hell. So I slapped him.”

You were deep in your recollections now. Not paying attention to where you were going, the others were swimming out of your way if it looked like a collision was imminent. “I said some shit back to him cuz he’s a fucking dick! And then he just goes, “You live today, little fish,” like he was in control of the situation or some shit.” You looked at them with irritated disbelief. Three sets of eyes met your one. They look at you with a different kind of disbelief. “Ok, ok! So what if he was! It’s still stupid he tried to lord it over me. I swear he enjoyed it when I smacked him.” you grumbled. Biting the tip of one of your talons.

One of the female members swims up to you and holds you gently by the shoulder. She looks at you sympathetically and kisses you on the forehead; then, looking at your eyes, she says briskly, “Anybody that can pin you like that generally has the control in this situation. What the hell are you talking about?” You looked at her confused, leaned to the side, and stared at Tengen. He was making a cutthroat motion with a hand and mouthing “NO.” The other two women turn towards him, growling. “Ladies, ladies!” he holds his hands up in submission. Trying to deflect while covertly flipping you off.

You back away slowly, delicately feathering your fins to propel you in the opposite direction. Your back collides with a solid wall of muscle, and you squeak, knowing who it is and hoping that he had not heard your story.

“A heh, heh, heh, Heeey. How ya doing, Sanemi?” You say nervously. Guts twisted and turned as you felt his arms pin you. “You saw it again?” He asks softly. “Uhh…yes,” you say quietly, trying to slink down in his arms and get away. He pulls you back up and turns you around. Holding you close to his body using the suckers at the base of his pelvic fins. You attempted to flee but weren’t able to budge between his arms and the lower abdominal fins holding you in place.

Instead, you looked up at him to face the music. Expecting to be met with his fury only to feel something inside you break at the look of tender concern in his violet orbs. You knew what his following questions were going to be. “He’s gone, and I get the feeling he isn’t going to come back. I think he was hunting me specifically. Which he appears to have given up on since he said I get to live!” you tried your best to sound cheerful and upbeat.

Your ruse failed, and instead, he moved his hand to rub the back of your head. Pressing you into his firm chest. “You can’t be sure of that.” He commented quietly. The commotion from the other three had died down, and you could feel them swimming around the two of you. “Maybe not, but he didn’t give off the vibe he was going to intentionally come looking for me, whereas the last time he defiantly had an “I will find you and murk yo ass” vibe going for him.” you snarkily supplied with a mocking tone as you imitated the serpentine predator .

Sanemi leaned backwards till he lay flat in the water, still clutching you. Tengen’s big head entered your peripheral vision, and you hissed at him. He rolled his eyes and ushered the two other women away from you and Sanemi with promises to explain everything, but they had to keep quiet about it. Once they cleared out, the green and silver-tailed Siren released you and swam off towards his section of your cave system. You followed behind, pretty sure that is what he wanted.

Once you arrived, he looked at you expectantly and nudged you forward with a hand. You slithered past him through the entry tunnel that opened into a warm cavern. Completely enclosed, it had a small beach that you saw your male companion had dug into and created a nesting ditch. You swam up to it and inspected it quietly. More instinctual than anything else. Pulling yourself up, you slide down the side of the deep depression and nestle yourself down into the comforting sandy pit. Sanemi’s large, heavy frame followed soon after. Wrapping himself around you, aligning his body with yours so you faced each other. “I know you aren’t going to report this just like we didn’t, but from now on, you need to be careful. Try not to be alone from now on.” He requested, quietly and softly rubbing your cheeks. You nodded in agreement, burrowing your face into his neck.

Sometime later, you feel another body slide in and cozy up behind you. “I modified our story a bit to the ladies. Our lovely partner here,” He hugs you from behind, pelvic fins fanning out and dancing over your scales suggestively. “has a rather strong and intimidating suitor from a different pod somewhere in the area that was overly pushy today. And that we bravely rescued her, only to leave her at his mercy later. So, I have been kicked out of my lovely love nest to spend the night with you two as my three lovely mates believe I am shit for not staying behind to make sure things like that don’t happen. I should have known better.” He ends his misleadingly cheerful rant by biting you on the shoulder.

“This also means I am left high and dry while my women are doing - whatever it is you women do - when we aren’t around.” One of his arms snakes around your abdomen. Tengen licks down your neck as Sanemi watches, amused. He rubs up against you, and your eyes narrow. “Why are you two like this?” you sigh. Not put out by their forwardness but also not understanding why they were pushing for intimacy now. “Reasserting claim,” Sanemi whispers against the shell of your ear. Tengen sucks on your other ear. Purring while he begins to wrap his body around your tail, similarly to Sanemi’s.

“Claim over who and what!? I am not mated, thank you very much.” You defiantly pointed out. Both men grumbled and bite you gently on opposite sides of your throat in reprimand.

“About that, you ever going to acknowledge that the three of us are more or less mates?” Sanemi queried with a slightly bitter undertone. You started to pretend you hadn’t heard him when you hear Tengen’s warning growl.

“It feels weird.” You whisper meekly. The two males stop their ministrations and movements. Waiting for you to continue. “Tengen has three mates already, and it hasn’t been that long since he claimed them either.” you whined.

Sanemi flicked your forehead, then pulled your chin so you face him. “Not good enough. That was arranged. This is not.” He quickly bent down to kiss your neck, trailing his tongue slowly up to your jawline. Another set of warm kisses caresses your skin. You moaned happily, rubbing yourself against Sanemi. “I’m not ready yet, to go official. It just feels weird. I can’t explain it. Like something isn’t complete.” you say breathily.

Tengen’s hands have come up to massage your breasts, twirling your nipples between his fingers and tugging slightly, listening to your whimpers of pleasure. The two began to trail their taloned phalanges across your sensitive body. The intimate and enthralling feeling of your bodies writhing together in a finned, scaled mass was so overwhelming to the senses that you were letting off aroused pheromones, making the two male mers touching you, trill with excitement. The moments that followed were pure bliss filled with moaning and passionate declarations of affection.

Eventually, your trio stopped and burrowed deeper into the sand to cuddle and sleep. “Whatever you say, our beautiful Lionfish,” Sanemi murmured into your gills. Being extra careful around the delicate flaps. Tengen hummed his agreement falling asleep behind you. Both wrapped themselves around you tightly, keeping you warm.

You were happy that they weren’t being pushy or forceful about making a binding declaration. Even though everyone in the pod knew it would happen at some point. You were missing something you couldn’t name, and until you found it, you didn’t feel comfortable making such an announcement.

The two mers fell asleep before you, but their combined warmth lulled you into a happy, dreamless slumber. Your final thoughts before you lost consciousness were that you hoped, should you reencounter the Levithan, that it would be more receptive to talking to you and maybe not follow you home this time.

You awoke to the sudden loss of the cozy heat that had enveloped you. Opening your eyes, you hissed as you dug yourself out of the sand and slid back into the water. Your two best friends were waiting for you, Tengen annoyed and Sanemi still half asleep. “You didn’t tell him we are on shift today, did you?” The larger, purple scaled male inquired, irritated. You made an “O” face and shook your head no. “Figures, let’s go.” he sighed and took off to leave. The remaining two of you followed behind him without making a peep. Still waking up.

Your trio swam to the edge of the reef, where you were joined by 20 other members of your pod. Assignments were given on which areas each team of ten would cover for the hunting parties. You were split up from your friends and assigned to the outer reef crew.

A worried look crossed your besties’ eyes, and you shook your head no. You assured yourself that nothing would happen on this trip and gave them a thumbs up. This would be a smooth and very uneventful trip. Totally.

How you wished your dumbass self wouldn’t get into these situations. Currently, you were once again hovering above the sea meridian as the rest of your teammates were searching for prey. Your extremely gullible self had fallen for the shiny trick once again. Though to your credit, you had seen small silver flashes that looked like schooling fish that had lured your down and you were not entirely wrong.

Around you were tiny groups of small silverfish being released from the darkness by the same Leviathan who had baited you yesterday. You contemplated your life choices and angrily thrashed your tailfin at him. He smiled up at you, letting the final batch go, and had partly breached the line of demarcation. His lower half is still hidden from your sight. “You’re easy to lure,” he stated plainly. Lazily reaching out for your arm.

You darted away just out of his reach. Knowing damn well he was teasing you. You flip him off as you settle a few meters away. He lazily swam below you, bringing himself back into range of your body. “Tell me, little fish, why do you tempt fate and come back here?” he sounded genuinely curious. “I didn’t have a choice. The hunting party,” you responded truthfully.

He hummed and nodded his head. “Will you do this often?” he questions. You shrugged. “I don’t know; I don’t make the calls on that type of stuff.” You dance around him while keeping your distance. Just barely.

He grabbed your arm and pulled you close on a particularly close pass. You panicked and slapped him hard with your fully flared tailfin. He turned with the force of the impact, and froze. You pulled your arm out of his grasp and went to dart away but he manages to easily grab you by the thick of your tail and pulled you back flush against his body. You felt yourself warm up as his rock-hard body presses up against you. A low growl begins that vibrates the water around the two of you.

Above, you saw the shadows of a few members of your hunting party. You struggled against his grasp and spoke in the most submissive voice you could manage. “I need to go back. They are going to wonder where I am.” The growl intensified, and you felt yourself being pulled down into the darkness. Fear shot through you, and you elbowed him back as hard as possible. He let out a surprised “oof” and loosened his grip just enough to allow you to bolt out of his grasp and into safety.

You turned around once you were a reasonable distance off and glared at him. He smiled back at you, sinking into the depths. “I look forward to seeing you again, little fish.” he taunted, then disappeared in the inky darkness. You shook your head and flitted away, looking behind you every couple of meters,

unsure if he would appear behind you. Once you met up with another pod mate, you relaxed, cast a final look below you, and returned to your duties.

Your team’s haul was decent. Y’all had corralled a small herd of large sharks into their fates and, as such, had scored a decent-sized meal for the pod overall. Sanemi and Tengen met up with you. They seemed relieved at seeing you safe and pulled you in for a hug. Your group separated from the other teams with some food and headed back to your caves. Silently, you contemplated telling them about your encounter with the Leviathan again but decided against it. The two were chatting happily, and you didn’t want to ruin the atmosphere by revealing that your dumbass had cruised into the beast’s clutches quite literally.

The pair light-haired male mers looked back at you smiling and urged you forward. You joyfully swam up to them and then passed them, instigating a new race. You entered the mouth of the system first, yelling out your greeting to Tengen’s three mates who stayed behind. Their duties were to provide a defense for your homes. They were built similar to Tengen but had a sizeable poisonous barb they could eject if needed in times of danger from their dorsal fin. They could also secrete a paralyzing tetrodotoxin into a cloud, making them the perfect defenders. Anything they couldn’t catch, they would do this to then immobilize and unalive whatever it was before it/they realized what had happened.

Tengen had natural immunities since they were from a similar subspecies of Siren. You and Sanemi came from differing subspecies as well. It wasn’t uncommon for different groups to band together and maybe form a pod for safety and efficiency. It also helped to introduce new bloodlines and prevent inbreeding.

That is how you, Sanemi, and his little brother ended up with this group. You had both left your respective pods early during a mass meeting in your younger years. When you would still be dependent on the nursery care system. Unable to hunt for yourselves but big enough to run errands for other members. Learning the ropes beside Genya as he was too small and had to remain in the clutch with the other younglings. Such exchanges of members are acceptable.

You still recall fondly meeting large and agile males who swam before you. New to the pod, your green and silver companion was unknown to you at that point, as was his purple and silver counterpart. You happened upon the two of them fighting it out for superiority. Hierarchy was a thing with your species. They were in their early teens when the males would start vying for status, and all mers in their bracket would start searching for their place within the pod. You had hatched a few seasons after them and were about 2 years younger.

You had watched them duke it out, hiding your body by pressing it against an overhang. They were beautifully feral going at it. Entranced by them, you hadn’t moved out of the way, and they swam towards you in their fury.

When they came too close, your fins had flared out in an aggressive display. The pair had stopped and stared at you in awe. Tengen had been the bolder of the two and reached out to touch you earning him a hard slap to the face. Sanemi had tried next.

You later learned they hadn’t seen fins like yours before and had been trying to figure out how you swam with fins that appeared to be torn up. At that moment in time, you were trying to push the two aggro males back with your display. Sadly, all your actions did was provoke their interest even more. You conceded and admitted defeat. Letting them feel your fins but also giving you a chance to investigate them as well.

Unlike your more timid counterparts, mermaids, Sirens were creatures of touch. You traveled in trios typically and would frequently bump or brush up against each other. Petting and rubbing are reserved for closer relationships. Hand holding, linking arms, and kissing are acceptable forms of PDA. Tail wrapping could also be seen as admissible. Provided it stayed in a family-friendly and not family-making manner.

By the end of the three of you comparing your fins and patterns you had bonded. Meeting up every day thereafter. Y’all were recognized as a close trio more than likely slated for mate bonds if anyone was to hazard a guess. You learned that, once you all were entered into adulthood, Tengen was already matched, as was his kind’s tradition, in an arranged mate set up with 3 other female sirens. Initially, you were concerned they would see your relationship encroaching on their own but were extremely grateful as the mer you mutually cared about was a bit much. They welcomed you and Sanemi into their dynamic with open arms.

Ever since then, the 5 of you had formed your group. Occasionally, y’all would be questioned on when you would create your family sub-group and announce your mate bond with the other two men. The men would deflect while you just calmly denied it happening. Never elaborating, keeping your reasons to yourself till the previous night.

Fingers snapped in front of your face bringing you out of your reverie. “What?” you snapped. Sanemi booped your nose and motioned you to enter the larger man’s dwelling. The other three mers were absent, probably taking the chance to socialize while you were out. You weren’t sure what defenders did outside of what their name implied. You had enough on your plate with your dual assignment that both fed and protected the pod as a whole.

Snaking forward, you swam a bit finding the sunken depression in the rock where he would nest with his mates and settle down. The space is big enough for all five of you. Something that didn’t happen too often since both you and Sanemi didn’t want to intrude on their intimate moments. Y’all had been assured it was ok to join but rarely did.

Right now, you found yourself coiled around Sanemi, Tengen wrapping himself around the both of you with ease. You listened as they talked excitedly about their hunt. Embellishing aspects to make themselves seem more impressive and formidable. You saw straight through their bullshit but didn’t care. These were your idiots, and you were fine as long as they were happy. They spoke excitedly, one trying to top the other in retelling everything they had done.

Your mind wandered back to the Leviathan from earlier. He had been so calm handling you until he caught you. Then you were reminded that he was, in fact, your only true predator in this vast ocean you both called home. Both your kind are apex, but he indeed was the true apex predator. You remembered how his skin and scales felt pressed against your own. How your blood had started racing, not just from the perceived danger. You felt a rush of excitement. You shook your head. Dismissing the asinine conclusion your brain was trying to come to.

Tengen cleared his throat and demanded you pay attention to him as he got to the good part. You smiled at him with an “Mmmhmm” and gave him your over-exaggerated attention. He beamed and adjusted his diamond-encrusted headband while talking animatedly, backed up by a content and smiling Sanemi.

You felt a disturbance in the waters around you and were greeted by the other three women. They smiled and settled down amongst the three of you. Your metas asked for a quick recap which the men were happy to oblige. You took this moment to observe them. Makio was a beautiful tanned siren. She was built like Tengen, with Similar markings, but she was rich brown and yellow for her tail as opposed to his coloration. Suma was paler with a purple and white tail. His third mate, Hinatsuru, was spotted instead of striped. Much like a zebra shark. She was a base royal purple with lilac spots. You reached out to stroke her tail. Tracing her spots. She beamed at you and snuggled in close. Pushing Tengen away. You chirped happily and nuzzled her.

Your evening was spent cuddling your makeshift family, only breaking apart to feed. All of you decide to bunk down there for the night. Too content in each other’s warmth to go anywhere else. Each of you had completed your assigned duties, so you were free to do with the rest of your time as you would. Y’all fell asleep in a mass cuddle puddle, buried under the others since you tended to get colder quicker. The men radiated heat, so they topped the pile of bodies. Tengen’s soft snores were the only noises emitted.

You awoke early in the morning and struggled to free your trapped body from under the others. You didn’t have a hunt to report to, but you were curious if the Leviathan would be waiting for you today. Slowly you slid yourself out from under everyone. Careful not to wake anybody. Once free, you left your cozy home and swam off to the sea meridian to satisfy your curiosity.

Upon your arrival, you were met with the same water contrast that was always present. Not sure how to draw attention or if you really wanted to, you opted to swim back and forth, keeping a safe distance from the boundary. Eventually, your eyes detected movement, and you saw some red snake out of the murky, navy-blue depths. You wondered if this was the same creature or a different one. Swimming up farther just in case it was the latter. Again, you refused to go out like a bitch.

The red body wove itself in and out of the boundary. Never fully revealing itself. You assumed you were being teased again if this was the same predator from before. Looking away you scan the open waters around you for anything to grab and chuck at the creature. But came up empty.

Getting tired of waiting for it to show its head finally, you opted to yell at it. “Are you gonna keep doing the spooky peek-a-boo bullshit, or are you gonna show yourself?” you challenged. Almost immediately, the body disappeared into the darkness, an action that puzzled you. Based on the Leviathan’s previous behaviors, you assumed he would have come up and tried to grab you. Instead, he disappeared.

You held your position and fanned some water downwards into the inky almost black waters. A matching wave came back at you. You did it again and so did he. A laugh escaped your lips and you opened your fins up fully to push a larger wave of water towards him.

Instead of getting one back, a head popped up out of the murk. It was similar looking to the previous Leviathan you encountered but he looked much younger. You waved cautiously at him and he returned it smiling at you. You wandered closer to him to investigate. He appeared nervous and overly cautious. “Hi! I very obviously won’t hurt you. You are the bigger fish here after all.” you said plainly. No use trying to bravado him. He wasn’t being aggressive towards you.

He smiled brightly at you again. “I don’t think you could if you tried.” He replied softly. He sounded adorable! His hair was much shorter and in a well-kept ponytail in comparison to the other, larger Leviathan you had encountered. “So, tell me about yourself.” You prodded. He looked you over and shook his head. “Why aren’t you fleeing?” he asked you. You shrugged. “If you were going to eat me you would have by now. Besides, you seem friendlier than the other one.” you supplied.

He considered you in quiet contemplation, opening his mouth to speak when a muscled arm shot past him and grabbed you dragging you down to the boundary line. You struggled against the grip fruitlessly. The younger Leviathan’s eyes widened and he grabbed for you. Trying to pull you towards him and away from the dark. Your back met a firm, hard, and warm chest.

“Little fish, what are you doing?” a deep voice rumbled into your ear. You stopped struggling and hissed in reply. The younger creature stopped pulling frantically at your arms and looked up at the other older one with pleading eyes. “It’s my fault. I started playing with her. Please let her go.” he begged. You didn’t know why but you began to coo trying to soothe the panicking of what you assumed was a youngling of their kind.

Both males freeze. A hand gently crept under your chin and turned your head upwards. Your eyes locked onto the same predatory ones you had come to know and seek out. The calming coo noise still emitting from you had caught his interest. He leaned his head down closer to yours. Taking in your features. The smaller Leviathan inched closer to you and purred. The one holding you quickly looked at him and bared his fangs towards the approaching male. Your cooing stopped as you were unsure of the situation you were getting dragged into.

“Return.” Your captor ordered the other. The smaller boy looked torn but slowly complied. Tossing you one last forlorn glance back before he disappeared, leaving you alone with the predator who had, or was actively hunting you. You weren’t sure anymore.

The grip that held you tightly released and you slowly swam away. Keeping your body on your side of the ocean. Warily you stared at the creature you had come here to see. “Whaaat was that?” you asked boldly. He didn’t reply, only examined you before nodding his head. “Go home little fish. This is not your home.” He stated before submerging himself back into his side of the waters. You gave him the bird and hoped he saw it before angrily swimming off.

You were not sure why you were so angry. This was your fourth encounter with the beast that should have ended you and again he didn’t. You resolved then and there that you would figure out more about his species and if not the species, at least figure out why you were so fascinated with him directly. Any sane siren would have noped the fuck out of there. But not you. For some reason, you were compelled to seek him out.

So, with your new resolution, you began to sneak out when you could and try to catch glimpses of him. Some days he would shoo you, some days he would ignore you. But every day you went, you saw him. Those beautiful and captivating eyes of his looked both less and more hungry at the same time whenever they scanned the length of your body. Every day he warned you off calling you a “little fish”. Something that annoyed you but you tolerated since he had the advantage.

Your frequent disappearances didn’t go unnoticed by your group. Collectively they decided that as long as you came back unscathed whatever had caught your interest wasn’t harmful and that they wouldn’t interfere. Every night you still came back to them. That was what mattered. That you came back home safe and sound.

On one of your trips, you swam back to the shelf only to see the Leviathan waiting for you. Torso already on your side of the ocean. You gleefully swam up to him. It had been a few months since you started this and you were feeling comfortable around him. Realizing he more than likely was not going to try to eat you. You did notice he was glowering at nothing and seemed in a bad mood. You halted your advancement and cleared your throat to catch his attention.

You knew he heard you and also knew he was actively choosing to ignore you. Perhaps this was a new game between the two of you. You stayed where you were and he stayed where he was. Your stalemate continued on like this. Neither of you moving. Your patience wearing thin with each passing minute. Finally, you growled at him and aggressively swam towards him. “Hey, asshole! What gi-” you started to berate him but found yourself very quickly captured in his arms again and this time you were pulled completely under and into the darkness.

Your body froze. Terror taking over! Every fiber of your being screamed to escape! Bite him! Scratch him! Do something anything to get out of there!! Instead, you remained motionless. The correct signals not firing to send you off into the proper course of action.

The arms holding you captive tightened and you felt yourself being forcefully guided down deeper into the inky, murky depths. Your gills were rapidly drawing in water as you silently panicked.

The creature holding you never made a noise. He swam down then paused. You could hardly make out the colors of his body but you definitely felt it wrap, gently around your tail. A whimper started to form from your throat but a single finger on your lips stopped you. “Be silent and look around you.” a quiet command was issued. You focused on calming your breaths. With time you settled and were able to make out your surroundings. Barely. It was dark as shit down here. What you did see made you want to scream.

Swimming not far off from you were different creatures. Some see-through and bioluminescent. Others were solidly colored but had all sorts of sharp angles and pointy bits on them. Most were bigger than you and all of them looked like they would have you for a snack if they were given the chance.

You pushed back into the body behind you. Desperately wanting to return to your safe, warm waters. Instead, he moved further down. The water was freezing and beginning to bite at your skin and scales. Your head was turned and you made out the outline of another large red Leviathan. This one was much, much, much bigger than the youngling you saw before and you guessed it was bigger than the one that held you now. Its form is not clear so the estimate was all you had.

“There are things worse than myself down here. Each day you swim that line, you test fate, little fish.” your captor whispered into your ear. “Do you want to go home, back to your safe little pod?” he asked. You nodded your head rapidly and felt yourself being pulled upwards. Your heart beat rapidly as you waited to see your beautiful, cerulean waters. After what felt like an eternity you could see peaks of light as you drew closer to safety.

Once you crossed the meridian the Leviathan were released and you bolted up. Turning back only once you were at the top of the shelf.

The Leviathan that had just pulled you under looked at you with an unreadable expression in his eyes , waved you off and returned to his territory. You fled desperately to yours.

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[romanticallyghosting]

REAL. omfg its like the main reason i made an art acc, cuz ik every piece i slave over will get buried by shitposts and that just HURTS. like i dont post my stuff here to get idfk, tumblr famous, but by god are the like/rb ratios CRUSHING. like legit im one more like away just from adding "dont like if you wont reblog" banner to my stuff because of how discouraging it can all be

UGHHHHH REAL

i think that tumblr can be a big motivation to finish my art to ge tit out there, but like. man. that jane doe art i did went completely dead within like 24 hours of posting it. it’s just like i spent a lot of time on that to get like- 11 likes i think? and i mean it’s not my favorite drawing ever but my typical fanart gets like maybe 70 notes???

it just sucks because my post with the most notes ever is 1 sentence. litterally. like ??? is my art not good enough for you to reblog ??? but this not grammatically correct shitpost i put out there about a ship is ??? guess i’ll just stop drawing ever :/

it is just SUPER discouraging though and while i’m not expecting it to like blow up overnight i see art with 300+ notes and i’m like. damn. what am i doing wrong?

so yeah. tumblr get your shit together challenge!!! it’s really not that hard!!

#ghostly answers #ghostly moots #star :) #this is just a rant sorry not sorry #like. i don’t WANT to put reblogs>likes #partially because i want someone to reblog my art because they WANT to show it and not because i’m like telling them to #but people just don’t :/

[eddie-rifff]

Bryan Ferry from Roxy Music is massive conservative who praised the Nazis and Alice Cooper is a Depp and Manson defender. It’s not that Jimmy Page isn’t absolute garbage, I recognize that he’s a POS, it’s that all 70s musicians are, and if you are a fan of one but shit on ppl from being fans of others, you’re being incredibly hypocritical.

Also, underage groupie scenes were massive and everywhere and you are absolutely lying to yourself if you think your favs aren’t also nonces (Bryan himself dated a teenager when he was 30, and let’s be real when a 30 y/o dates a teen they do not fucking care if they are 18 vs 16 or 17). It was a disgusting downright horrific fact of the rock scene in the 70s, not something that you should use for cheap dunks?

LZ fans for the most part recognize that he is trash you don’t gotta pop in on someone else’s post to be a dick, especially if you got trash of your own that you clearly don’t care to acknowledge. Literally just fucking scroll

bro i complain about bryan ferry all the time, i know hes a piece of shit? if you read my dni, which also says "j*mmy p*ge apologists" like you, you will also have read that bryan ferry is on there, i hate the dude, hes the worst part of roxy music

i know. i get it. i was preyed upon by a musician as an 18 yr old and he even told me he'd have made a move at me earlier. ill name names when he dies <3

"lz fans for the most part recognize that he is trash" NOT true. thats what annoys me. i saw but a year ago someone post "i wish he would sing me a lullaby" which got like 30 reblogs. thats not a fandom who recognizes shit

and by your logic you can also "literally just fucking scroll," what makes you any different than me? im not going to be posting any more of your asks, if you have that much of a problem with my very lukewarm take just block me!

most importantly, you're not changing my opinion on him whatsoever. he sucks, led zeppelin sucks. you have not done anything to change my mind. i hope you got something out of this.

#i know responding to anon hate is an autism moment 5000 lol

[gaster-gang-blog]

What happens if the human that fell into the void happens to have a prosthetic arm that randomly falls off because the mechanism to connect it properly was broken on their fall?

Not only would all 7 of them be very cautious about the new human falling into the underground, but they're also very curious about the human's prosthetic arm. When the 7 gasters and the human were talking to each other, the human's prosthetic arm suddenly falls off, making all of them be very concerned/confused. When the human tells the 7 of them that their arm isn't real, and that it's just a fake arm, all 7 of them calmed down immediately, but were still confused. Stars or Wingdings offered to help the human fix and put their prosthetic arm back on.

Bet the human was like "Oh- shit, let me ge this real quick." Hope you enjoyed it! Have a good day/night! 💜💜 Reblogs are appreciated!

Also, if you want to check out my English Family Ask Blog you can! Schools boring, so I'm taking any asks right now, just follow the rules please!

#Ask Gaster Gang Blog #Gaster Gang #Outertale Gaster #Undertale Gaster

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I posted 2,768 times in 2022

That's 2,763 more posts than 2021!

2,699 posts created (98%)

69 posts reblogged (2%)

(69 hehe)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@secretivemessenger

@reallyromealone

@jkloserdazai

@showandtelltime

@caffeinated-moth

I tagged 1,146 of my posts in 2022

#kay★rants - 266 posts

#my baby boy - 242 posts

#best son - 230 posts

#fiction - 171 posts

#🐰anon❤︎ - 164 posts

#fluff - 148 posts

#anime - 139 posts

#side rant - 132 posts

#writers - 82 posts

#tokyo revengers - 78 posts

Longest Tag: 129 characters

#oh entonces quieres ir allí perra? por eso eres la personificación literal de tener una maldita piedra en tu puto zapato perraaaa

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Can you do Mikey x male reader,

Like reader always makes fun of Mikey because of his height and the way he acts, and then a few years later Mikey just fucks reader,

Top Mikey and bottom reader. Thank you 💖

A/n: Nah because I just got a that little funny feeling in my stomach when I read your request 👀 but I’ll def write that for you! Hope you enjoy!

IT’S NOT FUNNY!

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589 notes - Posted April 16, 2022

#4

シMY MASTER LISTシ

I DONT WRITE FEM READER

1) The most important thing here is no hate and to just have fun and enjoy whatever bizarre shit I write! You may have your own opinions, but please don’t comment anything negative. I want my page to be welcoming and comfortable for everyone!

2) I do NOT write the following; pedophilia, incest, r@pe, all the characters I write about have to at least be 18 and up or if they have a time skip! Unless I’m writing fluff and angst I will write about characters of any age!

3) I’m not writing anything nasty. If your request has something I don’t like I will tell you.

4) Everyone is welcomed besides people that sexualize mlm and nblm. I mostly write x Male Reader stuff since there aren’t as many things of x male readers in here! But the thing is I don’t write x female reader content because there’s tons of it and because I don’t feel comfortable writing that kind of stuff. All sexuality’s are accepted! As I said before I wanna make my page as comfortable to everyone as possible!

5) Have fun! I love each and everyone one of you as if you were my own children! I also allow vents and rants in my messages whenever you don’t have someone to talk to! I just really want to make my readers feel loved and appreciated more then anything! Every single one of you make me happy and I appreciate that!

6) I have a limit to how many people I write for:

1-2: Definitely can do it

2-3: Might take me some time but I’ll do it

3-4: Mmm I’ll see what I can do

5 and up: I will be flabbergasted and start crying

Masterlist of all my fanfics: 1/2, 2/2

Events

Kinktober

Smut Prompts

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597 notes - Posted January 15, 2022

#3

Omega Mikey trying to court himbo alpha reader but readers dumb as hell and it takes Mikey practically screaming it at him

Any Mikey will do I'm not picky

Note: It’s the fact I started rubbing my hands together while chuckling and I’m finna do Kanto Mikey since Kanto Mikey is everything

CAN'T TAKE A HINT?

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598 notes - Posted August 18, 2022

#2

Tumblr is fucking with me so idk if the req I was writing went through— but here it is again rhjwshbw

can I request a Mikey fucking male reader 😭 like male reader is shorter than Mikey are they are already in a relationship and Mikey suddenly felt possessive so decided to fuck his baby boy dumb 😣

A/n: Tumblr acts stupid all the time so half the time I don’t even know if I got a request or not 😭 So sometimes I think it’s better to just send me request via messages so I can actually get them.

POSSESSIVE SEX

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656 notes - Posted May 3, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Character(s): Eremite Daythunder

Type of reader: M!Reader

Category: Nsfw 😗✨

Warning(s): cuffing, table fucking, rough sex & crossdressing

Edited: ❌

Note: He’s just really hot okay? And ion know if that's his actual name but imma use it anyways

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765 notes - Posted August 26, 2022

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